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tw// drugs


"i want to sleep on the fluffy clouds" she exhilarated
as she looked up at the fuzzy white blotches neatly yet messily floating on the pale blue canvas

her eyes saturated with animosity against her ghostly white skin
as she popped five too many pills in her mouth
"i want to sleep on the fluffy clouds"
she only managed a whisper

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