High.
Intoxication doesn't always come from the blowing of smoke, or the burn down the throat.
Sometimes you get high on sadness.
The high is like a dance with your devil; luring you towards it.
As the dance starts, you fade out of the world and into the void.
A sense of sorrow wrapped with fine threads of peace.
But the dance doesn't last.
Just like everything else doesn't last.
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Thoughts.
RandomA collection of thoughts and scribbles that haunt me, comfort me, confuse me or all.
