"THIS High"
by Arcassin Burnham
I try to make sense of it all,
keeps slipping through my fingers,
watch the barriers I created just fall,
emotions in the air as it lingers,
it's too late if you read this,
But this time while this high keeps
me down to earth,
I shall prevail,
I shall succeed,
in,
Getting rid of this anxiety,
take me lord I belong to you now,
I'm distant from my memories,
but I'm glad I'm high now.
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