DrugsA Poem by hapycurlsI love them. I hate them. I need them. And want them. I know being sober is better; we all do, but being high numbs me from life. To be truly alive is to see the truth in all its ugliness. So… please mom, just a quick story? I don’t wanna sleep yet. I’m not ready to wake. © 2023 hapycurlsReviews
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