Hispanic drug.

Drug all your friends 

to let them know

This is the end. 

The short-term route

may be the answer tonight

Climb down that chute. 

The secret is circling

The matter is gravity

It's right now, happening. 

It's impossible to ignore

the screaming inside my own head

This has happened before. 

Does this include pain

I will never know

Will it rain again?

What will I do now

Regret? Satisfy?

I don't know how. 

The heart's in its place

The body is in pieces 

It needs time and space. 

This definitely happened before

Time has been lost 

I have come back for more.

How does this end

Long-lost time spent

Forgive me, my friend. 

The End

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