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Feb 2020
Drunk and stumbling to my room again
I think somethings broken but I can’t feel what’s sinking in
My head’s killing me, I feel heat against my skin
But before know it , Im falling over myself
Didn’t even notice I was looking ceiling
Heeling it to the dresser
Pick it up and put it against the side of my head
That’s it, I’ve had it, I admit, I’m an addict
Can’t even make it through one shot without thinking about my bad habits
Dial up 911, take the safety off and squeeze th-
I’m not suicidal, Incase someone goes through the trouble of thinking it
Folie
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Folie
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