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Jan 2013
So let him Fester and suffer his own!
He the boy of all people
Should think to himself
But in dismay!
He can not Think!
For he, smoked it all away

You can not Think.
You can not Act.
No choices should be made by you!
No important life choices can be made by you.
You are not mentally capable anymore

Look what you've done to yourself
To society,
You've become the Stereotypical "*** Head"
That's all you are and all you'll ever be.

Now you're out of control
Going crazy
Hurting everyone
Doing things you shouldn't
Treating people like you shouldn't

You try to do things
And be a normal person
But it's really hard to be close to someone
Who's high every time I see them.
This is just my interpretation of how my friend handled marijuana and what I saw in him. It isn't what I think the drug does to everyone.
McKinna Bunch
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