pills, pills, pills,
pills, pills, pills.
this party is
pretty crazy.
i’m trying a lot
of new things.
i feel a lot better
after the xanax.
is that what molly
really looks like?
there’s so much
going on here.
pills, pills, pills,
pills, pills, pills.
we don’t need
just the tablets.
give me more of
that purple stuff.
come fill up my
styrofoam cup.
i’m having fun.
i never wanna
go back home.
pills, pills, pills,
pills, pills, pills.
there’s a needle.
i’m scared of needles.
but it looks cool.
someone just told me
to go sniff the sugar.
i sniffed it, and
it wasn’t sugar.
pills, pills, pills,
pills, pills, pills.
wonder if mother
will be mad at me.
she might kill me.
if these don’t kill
me first, that is.
i was happy.
now i’m sad.
i wanna do this again.
pills, pills, pills,
pills, pills, pills.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
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