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The difference between actions and habits,      is often measured by the person you're asking.   One bump, one line, one half ounce . . . All shared by people you don't even give a **** about. These chemicals make me sick --               Limitless . . . Why quit?               When it's only ten bucks for a hit like this? Even Jesus Christ would have gotten addicted,               if drugs in his day were half this good. "Yeah, I'm smashed -- but I promise I can drive fine."       Walk and push the limits of a real fine line... If I don't **** myself, or someone else . . . I'm happy.        Stare death in his eyes, wink, and start laughing. Gasping as I swerve lanes -- Stay safe, get paid. Mundane daily. Living a-live . . . Eat. Sleep. Dream. Get laid.   Chase feelings.            *Please, just feel me now.                                     You know me, right?            Please, just feel me now.                                     You love me, right?* I want to melt with you -- let our souls collide . . . Dissolve the boundaries between students and teachers.         To bridge the gap in the great divide         No secrets between us -- bleed into the speakers. Feel the air in your chest, and ask God for a reason To stay or leave Him. He makes excuses . . .                                                     . . . Believe Him.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Limits of A Real Fine Line
The difference between actions and habits,      is often measured by the person you're asking.   One bump, one line, one half ounce . . . All shared by people you don't even give a **** about. These chemicals make me sick --               Limitless . . . Why quit?               When it's only ten bucks for a hit like this? Even Jesus Christ would have gotten addicted,               if drugs in his day were half this good. "Yeah, I'm smashed -- but I promise I can drive fine."       Walk and push the limits of a real fine line... If I don't **** myself, or someone else . . . I'm happy.        Stare death in his eyes, wink, and start laughing. Gasping as I swerve lanes -- Stay safe, get paid. Mundane daily. Living a-live . . . Eat. Sleep. Dream. Get laid.   Chase feelings.            *Please, just feel me now.                                     You know me, right?            Please, just feel me now.                                     You love me, right?* I want to melt with you -- let our souls collide . . . Dissolve the boundaries between students and teachers.         To bridge the gap in the great divide         No secrets between us -- bleed into the speakers. Feel the air in your chest, and ask God for a reason To stay or leave Him. He makes excuses . . .                                                     . . . Believe Him.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
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