I would rather float through the Irie Lands on my Ninth Cloud of High Wonders Than to face the punches from anxiety and reality's daily banter I would rather take my feelings to an evening dive in the Cognac Seas and Tequila Islands Than to suffer heavy gazes of disappointment and the stress I cannot withstand
I would rather mix my medicine with some soda, Just to lean back and have a break Than to lay down with all these thoughts and have my sanity at stake
Pick your own poison
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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