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ruins the buzz, rushes reality back,         rudely wakes me up from fantasy life-                           slaps me in my face, like ice cold showers,              or when the voices stop                                talking leaving me to my own             whatevers , or dreams-                             makes me throw up, fall down,                  needing it back
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
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ruins the buzz, rushes reality back,         rudely wakes me up from fantasy life-                           slaps me in my face, like ice cold showers,              or when the voices stop                                talking leaving me to my own             whatevers , or dreams-                             makes me throw up, fall down,                  needing it back
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
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