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It's easy to not get high locked in a room But how do you get over being locked in a room To have a life, I can not live I could not do them; if they didn't exist But they are everywhere They look for me I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door Not little whispers ******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding They aren't though If they did They might take me seriously I'm one train werk away from "It was so obvious"
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
My Name Is Bryant, And I Like To Party
It's easy to not get high locked in a room But how do you get over being locked in a room To have a life, I can not live I could not do them; if they didn't exist But they are everywhere They look for me I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door Not little whispers ******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding They aren't though If they did They might take me seriously I'm one train werk away from "It was so obvious"
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
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