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Jan 2015
THC
Marijuanna will get you high
A hour will feel like a day
Your mouth will get dry
All you'll want to do is lay

Eyes low, eyes red
Eating everything in sight
On the search for a bed
Trying to avoid a fight

Lying on the bed
Deep in thought
Trapped in side my head
Hoping to never be caught

Easy to fall asleep
Easily distracted
Memories made are those i will not keep
THC is what I've extracted
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