Overdose

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Poetry

We watched you take that hit

Falling to the floor,

Seizing,

And foaming at the mouth.

You puked, stood up, and unmercifully requested some marijuana.

Later you told me that you loved me

I wasn't sure if it was brain damage

Or if you truly meant it in your drunken state.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of my many odd memories of strange things that I've seen.

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