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Even if
you slit my throat,
I’d thank you
for touching my skin.

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Beautifully Ugly - original piece

This is something I wrote a while back, and just reworked. Some words on the drug culture I have experienced myself and with my friends, and the choices that some of them continue to make. Take from it what you will.

I remember back when we started all this.
Years ago, we laughed at this shit.
Saying it’s for losers, for thugs, now we’re the ones
slouched on a couch in the back room on drugs.
We wrote together. We used to see the same way.
How could some choices completely change your page?
From the top of the world, to the bottom of the stage
You know it’s just the chemicals making you feel this way.
We always thought we could walk this talk,
but the fort is impenetrable
and we don’t know who you are anymore.

All we wanted was to live our lives,
away from distraction,
in peace and connection.

What happened to the friend that you used to be?
Just this blank expression like you can’t even see.
I’m pressing this because it’s messing with you;
hot flashes as you pass out,
gashes, hold out your hand,
show me your passion.
Screaming your name, but you just stare right through me.
Fighting your brain next to an empty vial of LSD.
How could this happen to me?
We thought we were free.

All we wanted was to live our lives,
away from distraction,
in peace and connection.

So what? Do you even see my point?
Or are you too fucked up to even hear your own voice?
I’m mad at the world because the drugs are bad,
but life without them is so fucking sad.
You’re going down a road without a second lane,
And it makes me angry to see you throw it all away.
You’ve taken this shit just way too far,
because you’re so unhappy with the person you are.
Could have been a star,
but now you’re falling apart.
Sprawled in that ugly house
filling your beautiful soul with tar. 

All we wanted was to live our lives,
away from distraction,
in peace and connection.

Sometimes I wish that I was still Edge.
In control of my head, a place to lay my head,
no chance of waking up dead.
The light gives me strength,
but I’m so used to darkness. 
Surrounded by love,
but I still feel so heartless.
If we remain on this road, we’re choking.
Giving it all just to keep on smoking.
Justifying every step to throw our lives away,
who cares about the future, it makes the pain better today.
And I guess in the end, it’s as simple as that.
Chasing happiness and peacefulness inside of a tab.

All we wanted was to live our lives,
away from distraction,
in peace and connection.

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