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Aug 2013
I promised myself I wouldn't get high anymore
I won't light anymore bowls
Or smoke any more blunts
Or roll anymore joints
I won't French Inhale
Or show off my Cheerios
But it's a bad habit
And when I'm high I **** up
And I feel ****** in the morning
But I still smoke
Because maybe you'll love me
If I act like you
Jay
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Jay  Minnesota
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