acid
I needed something solid. I don’t care that it’s not real.
I was paying for the laughter and praying not to feel.
I found this square that hid a chemical, with intent to get away.
It holds a trip that lasts for hours. It holds a place where you’re okay.
Oh, no I hadn’t planned on going until I lost my reason to stay.
If you’d keep me I won’t leave
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