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Oct 2017
I smoke 4 am cigarettes
For my 4 am regrets

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Money, drugs, and cheap ***
Nothing more, nothing less

And coordinated train wrecks
With filthy secrets to confess

Beer breath and sad texts
Bred by my building stress

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I smoke 4 am cigarettes
For my 4 am regrets
Xyns
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Xyns  Where Is My Mind?
(Where Is My Mind?)   
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