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keeping myself in handcuffs digesting powders off the coffee table for intentions of acension there's new lenses covering my eyes now it's not bright in my prison she knows I'm just high now I shouldn't have to question my existence mother raised me a prophet I'm disobeying my doctor ive been stripping peoples affection from my life you're supposed to get me high why the **** do I want to die now? my soul is dripping down the drain, my bones are building their own coffins I'll keep chasing rabbits, whole face in the faucet
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
coffin
keeping myself in handcuffs digesting powders off the coffee table for intentions of acension there's new lenses covering my eyes now it's not bright in my prison she knows I'm just high now I shouldn't have to question my existence mother raised me a prophet I'm disobeying my doctor ive been stripping peoples affection from my life you're supposed to get me high why the **** do I want to die now? my soul is dripping down the drain, my bones are building their own coffins I'll keep chasing rabbits, whole face in the faucet
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
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