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May 2019
Find me a drug
To end this mundanity
I was so **** low
Until I started those pills
Then I swung up so high
Even this sad life I live
Felt exquisite
Everything was exciting
It all made me smile
It was probably fake
But I don’t really care
Because now I’m fine
And that’s the problem
I can’t stand “fine”
I’m adrift in reality
And frankly
I’m not a fan
Ironic that the best high I’ve ever had was from a bottle with my name printed on it...
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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   The Iron Reaver
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