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Poetry by Taylor

Rituals

We all have our rituals
Mine just include something between my lips and
Someone on the
Mine just include my addictions
Substances and people

Life is too short to think of it as evil
To be scared of the easel

Drugs feel like a break, and everyday is tiring
Drugs make me feel like a painting, without even
Trying
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