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Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Robert Downey Jr.


Traveling down a road
with pills, weed
addiction written in stone

From highs to lows
going up and down
Chemicals reap what we sow
rehabilitation bound

Still I keep shuffling
my heavy muscle relaxed feet
Knowing this is the life of rockstars

Once you've reached the high
you still have to come down
and the way is steep

And when you come down
You can never take the stairs
The elevator is out of order
The only option is to fall

And fall you will

Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 21, 2012

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Inspired by my experiences with narcotics.

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