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Sep 2020
Jumping around like parcor methamptehmine
My thoughts never stop
Am I opting for another way out??
Friends?
Enemies?
The truth
The lies
As this paranoia sinks its fangs on in
This world is nothing more
than a ******* blur
Hateful words
Misanthropic state of mind
My ******* high in the air
As I load this pistol...
This ominous piece of steel..
Can you say
Count to 3???
Click
Click
Click
I guess I can't do anything right
Greyisntwell
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