I once found myself
Between two sheets of ice
Like a meth- head
As speed bumps formed
Under my skin
Took shape on my nose
Made cracks on my lips
I tried to talk faster
Faster than I already was
To distract you
To make you forget the uglinessI have become
This child with no legs
This breath with no release
A needle without the medicine
And to hide it would mean
Lines 1-15 were a lie
And I don't think I'm a liar
It's just that the high is gone
And now I'm all alone
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
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