

Too LateShe sits in a room of people she doesnt know laughing and drinking as she takes another toke she knows she needs to stop but she doesnt care no one is around so the game is fair, and its too lateToo Late
One more wont hurt, she says as she trys to focus ill be fine in a minute she tells the last person that cares she goes into a trance, not knowing what to do or say one last hit, and its far to late
More situations start to arise she just stares in the mirror at her blood shot eyes here we go again, it seems to never end as they pass it along, she knows her fate &nb
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life is an experiment in social grace. if we
never had days that made our hair fall out, we'd never
fully appreciate the ones that make our toes curl.
without wax,
charley
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