one bad rave in hundreds

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By Mary Magdalene

drugs is what they ask for demand it by name uppers, downers, get me high i've seen it all and i watch him twitch sweat on his brow is this fun? is this what you wanted? fuck man, you took my pen how much E did you take? and i know you just wanted to forget what is real we all need to escape, i feel for you, man but your jibberish is the only sign of life that's you've given since 2AM it's getting old, man just shut up in the sweetest way, i mean what the hell is it worth a few good hours maybe not where the fuck is my pen man, what are you doing? coming down yet, dear? feeling better yet, dear? well, that's the price the $20 that you paid

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