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Mar 2019
my eyes
heavy
thoughts
foggy
and the world's
best selling drug
to prop me up
to induce
lucidity
you’d think i’m hungover, but i’m just enslaved to caffeine
Empire
Written by
Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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