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Sep 2013
I sit in bed, taking resin hits from my bowl
This bowl is the one that my dad once stole
Why must I feel such anxiety?
Especially when I'm only smoking ****
But now it doesn't matter
because the door is closed
*and the windows are shattered
Written by
Jake J
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