Under the bridge with my wild hair in my bloodshot eyes staring at my bruised veins taken cover from the rain but there's still a storm in my head. I want someone else to get me through this. for a small price, you can purchase my life but please just leave me my soul. if you should have to take it, set it free on a rainy day like this one so that perchance my soul and I might find each other again. For a small price of which I know you can pay. c
Reason for writing:
Drugs again. can't explain this, because it sounds like I was
cracked out, but I've never done that in my life. I was just taking
anti-depresants or uppers, and sometimes a few downers, prescription
stuff. no hard drugs
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