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Nov 2014
I get high and I don't think of you.
          ****** out of mind,               and somehow you're not on mine
  What do I do when all my reality is hazey and you're finally gone?
Soon you'll appear out from behind the fog in my eyes.
                               And haunt me.
Written by
mhmm  Pensylvania
(Pensylvania)   
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