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wake up and smoke.
an eight milligram buzz.
it leaves a taste in my mouth,
a hole in my face acts as a vent,
blowing out hot air and stench.

wake up, got that part down.
waking up not in pain,
not so good at that part.
so, i wake up and smoke.

today i cant say i woke up well,
a quick roll, and i forget my invincibility left.
a feeing of mortality.
sciatic plant meltdown.

dammit, i'm only a little one,
still too young to worry about this.
how old will i be,
when i fall over and cant get up?

twenty-two.