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Jul 1
Bro, no lie
I've taken like
six or seven
***** today.

*******, not good ones either.
Like a hot faucet,
I sit down and
goosebumps ripple
up and down my arms
as the shivers hit me
and my body just...

Like a
hot faucet bro,
like I'm vomiting
out of my *******.


Where do you think I'm writing this from?
You know it,
my porcelain throne.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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