forgetting

the more fragrant smoke i pull into my lungs, the more i realise that the highest of highs just won't satisfy my need for nonexistence. try as i may, i can't displace oxygen with this drugged haze and i can't replace despair with rational thought. your intentions are unclear when you speak words i can't hear and your silence leaves me hanging like a corpse.

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