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Nov 2015
The Age is coming
All seems to return
My world is upside down
My heart begins to burn

Beginning to rise
And everything I've worked hard for
Slowly beginning to die

Smoking more and more
Popping harder than I've ever done before

By the minute
Mind racing
A thousand miles a second

Slowly shutting down
I wish to keep on going
But I've seem to hit the ground

I need to get my head on straight
Before it's too late
And I become addicted to this state
Working my way to burn out of this phase.
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