Cant't Feel My Face

It was a bag. A tiny little bag. How little can you bring me to a point of losing it all? My cool, my composure and my sense of reasoning. What is this feeling?

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I felt a huge cloud crashing over me. It was peaceful at first but now there's need to pray as I am going under. The feeling of going a thousand feet under the sea. I felt the rain pour and burn my skin. I was helpless in my feelings. Awake but numb to movement. Time was slipping away but I could not latch unto it. I had no vices but this vegetable is set to make me a vegetable. What I've I done. Could I ever be forgiven?
Can I forgive myself? Maybe if I start again the pain may not come. I hope it ends today.

This feeling is driving me insane. It feels like I will die. Am I going to die? Is this where it ends?
I was warned not to take it all. I thought why not. It is just a party after a long academic season.
As the valedictorian, I have prepared all my life for this day. and for what? to waste it all away at a house party. My legs have given up on me.

A little bag is set to mess me up. Take a little they said. Puff a little I was told. I consumed it raw. I ate it all.

Now I am thinking about my life choices. No hope, just despair is all I can think about. What I've I done?

I truly can't feel my face.

The words of "Niel Young" rang in my ears

“It's better to burn out than to fade away.”

I felt my body melting as tho I was melting away. It was as though I was fading away. I came here to have fun and burn. My eyes are heavy, my body is fading.
The cruise of a jet lag on this comes with staggering turbulence. As the lens of my eyes closes I try to keep my head up but alas I can't seem to find my face.
I got blown out from a bag of smoke.