When I get High

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Each sip I consume before I get high,
before that, I was lower than the ground
I was too thinner than the flowing water,
I was made of creepy unwanted hopes.

when it becomes my reasons to forget past,
I can't dream anymore, I'm in a world of illusion,
not the one I created myself, nor by them,
nor by the drinks I made, it's all just, just.

all are some projections of past and future,
some are deja vus, some are portraits I drew,
some are prophecies of someone I knew,
some I could never spit it out, I keep it with myself

Because some of them never knew,
what I keep in my head, about them


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  1. A Friend of a FriendMay 10, 2019 at 6:08 AM

    Why is the silence louder than your voice
    Illustration of the world of the ends with one word "Death"
    BUT to simplify it's not Black & White
    My Cryptic Friend

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    1. y๏μɲǥ ąρ๏ll๏May 11, 2019 at 3:33 AM

      we all are same when we see Death,
      And when we see our loved ones,
      Except that we all are different, my old friend

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