She's at home. She gets her walks before I go out, always. I uh... snorted some oxys that night. Kinda forgot that pills+booze=don't need as much booze. I blacked out before my favorite band even showed up but apparently it got pretty crazy in the pit. idk. They took me in back after their set and all I can remember is begging them for heroin... working as much as I have lately kinda messes with my mind and for whatever reason I have had a really ****ing hard time with keeping that **** off my mind because now, if I could actually find some decent ****, I can afford it. It sucks. It's like either A) I work just enough to get by and stress out about money or B) I work my ass off to have enough money to live comfortably but then hafta deal with temptations n ****. IDK why but the past two weeks have been absurdly hard for me, it was only a matter of time before I caved.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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