The High Poem by Annej Nostrebor

The High



i go back to that night
the lights, boys, and fumes
i think of my hapiness
the new experiences
the new regrets
the new paranoia
i did it
i fulfilled my curiosity
im golden
the high: amazing
the downfall: nonexistent
the guilt: overhwelming
the craving: growing
but i wouldnt change it,
for anything
the good overpowers the bad
i've been forgiven
and i forgave
the regrets are gone
i am succesful
i am happy
i was flying
i will always go back to that night.
an unforgettable high.

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