I can't believe you diluted my weakest point through a chemical
encounter between my lips and my lungs while the different tastes and
kinds kidnap my taste buds intoxicating my tongue, gathering my
intelligence to burn it into ashes, right threw a wicked process reacting
to the after effects well aware of the causes. The garage doors that
hide my pupils lose grip slowing down the rhythm of my heart making the
count skip. Subtracting my senses from 5 to 4, the music become
electromagnetic volts, 4 to 3 everything speeds up and my eyes begin to
bleed, 3 to 2 all clumsy feeling vibrant as a drill while it screws, 2
minus 1 less sensational cravings at my best, 1 to none, my world has
spun and I'm officially gone.
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