Want to know how I’m feeling on 22.5mgs? Sit down and I’ll tell you. It’s quite a thing.
I look people in their eyes again-when I’m speaking or walking past. When I talk, people are listening.
People are looking at me again-something is different, but they don’t know what. They’ve told me how good I look. I know. I’m exuding man again, and I can feel others feeling it. Not conceit-truth is coming off these pages.
I’m taking back my life that’s mine, and holding on with everything. I’m passionate about living again because life is a gift. And that is a gift horse I never want to look in the face again.
I’ve never been a person that digs weather talking, or idle conversation. I talk about the weather now because I work outside, and it interests me. When I speak people are listening because it’s passion.
I’m about to whip a mean mother fucker, and I won’t be held back-at anything! I’m pinning this methadone fucker to the ground, and I’m not even using two hands yet.
My green eyes are on bright, and I don’t wear sunglasses anymore. I take’em off because I want the sun in my eyes, shit. I’ve spent too many years behind doors when my soul is open.
I might even move the bed to the back yard so I can sleep in the open air. On second thought probably not-my wife doesn’t like bugs.
I’ll just stay inside at night and finally sleep good until morning. Mornings are where it’s at because mornings are fresh and new, and fresh is pouring over me now.
Want what I got now? Come get some!
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