i fell apart
but only for a week
so maybe it doesn't count
maybe i can still be forgiven
and thought of as strong
you and i are at our best
between three and five a.m.
there's no bullshit then
eyes see clearly and wise
someday i may be
the girl you lost
not to cocaine
but brain static
strobe lights behind my eyes
ravers, glow sticks and E
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