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I get high to escape the tragedy of my reality and it a travesty that I found comfort in the lies of my dreams, hope and wishing that it's not a vision of deceit, giving me false confidence, but the Truth is, each puff has me elusive, feeling inconclusive and life is amusing to me, the smoke flows from My lungs like poetry from a poet, exhale and let your mind inhale, free to indulge in the enjoyment of your wildest fantasies, letting your soul fly Independently, but as the rush start to hush; actuality comes back to mind, desiring you were in another place and time, requiring you to take another hit to escape the masonry that I have to face, disorientated and hi, I can't live up to the fatality that is my reality, I rather avoid The truth of life and get stoned cuz I’m a stoner always in my zone.
By: Sensation's of the (Truth)
©2014
