sober stonerA Poem by cara
when stern eyes look at me troubled
when im not good and im not normal im dirty rotten or im evil and im plotting that days the day I think about May I only came here to get away from somewhere else i didn't think i had to participate it slipped my mind you can't just be sober stoner every day
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Added on March 13, 2024 Last Updated on March 13, 2024 Authorcara:), IrelandAbout19. My Substack: https://caracochrane.substack.com/publish/home more..Writing
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