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Dec 2019
I'm sad just like the other kids
So naturally to cope
I turn to medication
or I turn to ashy smoke

Would it numb the pain or keep it
Maybe if I didn't know
Then after one or two
Then I would see the fake aglow

But alas I have no drugs now
And it's because I have no friends
So it seems the lonely artist's life
Will never truly end
A horribly interesting predicament
Written by
The Tenet with Art in His Room  15/M
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