#Loyal2DaFoyalNOMO

#Loyal2DaFoyalNOMO ( FentanylRecovery / Upper-Level5374 ) Okay listen, my names Lukey..im from PA & i’ve had what is absolutely going to sound like a train wreck of a story maybe even fictional to sum.. This is my story, I started out in my small ttiwn in PA crushed between Philly 1-way , NY the next: So obviously the drug flow is never ever dry. Like ever..so rewinnnd~ I’m in the east side elementary(also middle school) school but mind you b4 everything begins to take yoy elsewhere. Into my reasonings, my readings, my reason for maybe why i don’t fancy having seedlings ? .. I had like top qual grades, absolute top niz. & then my parents moves us to OH bc my old man, gods fucking please make it sure that pop is alright. tell him, or if ur standing next to me like i like to always think reading over my shoulder n shit like Cody used to do up until i was 21… When everything & everyone, down to the sub-atomic atom, changed forever. We lost the light of all of our lives, my only sibling; my big brother & more importantly my goddamn best friends. Now i do in-fact heavily dabble in the usage of sacred teachings, hiddin inside of us, brought out or honestly more or less called upon your own subconscious. Now psychedelics are just tools that we use, rather some of us, to help aid the expansion as well as push forward the ⏰ that being said losing my brother is something I’ve never ever ever get over early or I don’t even think start to hear from, honestly. Every time I think about memories I cherish and grimace at the fact I can squeeze your beard, bust your balls, tell you that I love you. That’s one thing I can say about my family, neither me nor my mom and dad or my brother ever hung the phone up, mad sad angry glad furious, without saying I love you see you later. I could’ve been more blessed to have a relationship with my brother and also my dad, my pops.. what we just lost last six months ago. He had passed on the two-year anniversary of my brothers death which is absolutely heinous. Not on his part of the sun the fact that it was that fucking bad on that fucking day and I was the fucking one to hold your head high while I couldnt do anything to save you because the pills were too heavily pressed with tranquilizer so narcan or can I give it didn’t work. Mind you I got these fucking pills made my dad decided that that wake up my brother‘s death anniversary we were just going to get fucking twisted. He wanted to try bags I said hell no so I got those fucking fake 30s instead. basically i cant really talk about this anymore I’m gonna keep smoking my bags until they’re gone. Then once theyre gone. theyre fuckin gone. loyal2dafoyalnomo,loyal2dafoyalnomo