Jaw locked down like the grip of pressures pain,

Palms wet like the mermaid last night,

I wish I could remember her name.

She was so tight.

The baseball bat blow I sustained,

that’s why I can’t remember her name.

Head numb, number, but free from the gun,

Sat at my bedside each night before I fade.

Decisions split like the bar I swallow,

To banish the pain.

Is it worth it?

20 milligram

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