Poems from dpack1493

When I'm with you, I smoke less When you're with me, you smoke more What a perfect way to describe our relationship You may be good for me...
The stinging of my lungs as I inhale in  The smell of burning paper and fumes fill my nose The smoke disappears before my eye, becoming...
I have a fear of ladders  I use to have this reoccurring dream  I would be standing on top of a ladder and it would start falling Falling...
  That moment when you realize you belong to the same species that has the evil capacity to kill their brothers, slaughter their children...
They gave me these pills  They want me to change  I'm scared to be happy  I'm afraid to be sane  If I take these capsules  If I swallow...

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