Good Times

Needle of joy pierces my vein.
A sudden rush of happiness.
I am taken away to most joyful of places.
The hell I live in, blown to nothingness.
All the filth and shit, flushed out of my body.
They say I’ve lost, but they don’t know the euphoria.
So let me live, go away stranger.
Let my death come, and fuck your existence!

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