My innocence wasn't lost the day I drank my first beer, or smoked my first bowl. It was the day your hands, larger than mine, locked tightly. When my eyes opened wide and glazed. Bracing against the wall. Unable to breathe. My perception of people in the world shattered like glass. The pieces fragmenting and tiny fell into a blackness. Unable to be collected, placed and smoothed back into perfection. Now they've landed and they chatter, grinding and bumping together. I listen to them screech and tell me of the world, a warning piercing throughout dreams. Watch your back they scream, this one will be the same.
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So, I've put this on a lot of websites and a lot of people will look at it but not a lot of people comment on it. I was wondering if its bad or something? Can you guys give your honest opinions?
