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May 2022
I keep on playing this game,
while going insane,
my brain feels like mush,
too much kush? Smokin in the bush,
don't push, calm and quiet,
ill throw a riot, just to fight it,

does that sound dumb?
to me, its just plain fun,
am I a **** for being numb?
pain feels like a run in the slum,
while buzzing on high lungs,
never feel like I am done,

so what's up?
in this deserted space,
because I am here,
looking for the nervous rain,
searching for minor pain,
that I would play again.

that's facts
Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Written by
Kaleb Webb-Wheeler  Adelaide
(Adelaide)   
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