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Mar 25
Wandering to a place that I have no intention of staying,
wondering what my mind has me saying.
Multiple thoughts running around inside
and nobody near to clear my bind

Im stuck.

So many options, too many to choose
Maybe one more will get back my old views,
Flavors behind the glass looking almost like candy
For $30 though like, you could just buy a brandy
Or maybe a cake -something else that you can actually enjoy.

One puff and my mind is ‘awake.’
And we’re stuck again with this ******* cancer toy.
This **** makes me feel terrible and irritable af
Why is it that I cant give it the **** up?
ah I wrote this a while ago (like 2020)
and nada
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and nada  24/M/constuckticut
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   Geof Spavins
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