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Feb 2014
I've been awake for days,
conscious for none.

Remember that first time,
I did acid downtown,
and the butterflies left my stomach,
and I felt empty in more ways than one.

Sometimes I think I'm still high,
tripping on my own confusion.

I want it to stop,
I want to understand,
I want to have notion,
I want to have clarity.

Maybe if I just close my mind.
mary
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   Joe Adomavicia and MKJ
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