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Feb 2020
Your betting on me loosing
And I should bet upon myself
Poison pills ripe for choosing
Half the chance for no one else
Every offer is an illusion
Every gift a Trojan horse
Consumed by paranoia
And Secluded by myself
Poised as a spectator
A ****** just looking in
Commentating to the observer
Just how close till I meet the end
EpiPen
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