triple c's
im sitting here ready to buzz away my horriable week with people i love
we wait about an hour then it hits us the high that ive craved all week long i close my eyes breathe in and im feeling amazing now my heads spinning like it did when we played on merry go rounds when we were kids my problems have faded away and we were all laughingsuddenly the high gets stonger and we can hardly walk im zoning in and out and my memory is fading about 9 hours lator we fall asleep a bad week well behind me now wakeing up in the morning we talk about what we remember were still high about 7 more hours worth of a high what a weekend
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