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breathing off these fumes, getting high as a kite, forgetting everything around us, as the world becomes a blur faces turn to  blotches of colours, words into background noise, speech to meaningless slurs, as we struggle to hold our poise
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
fumes
breathing off these fumes, getting high as a kite, forgetting everything around us, as the world becomes a blur faces turn to  blotches of colours, words into background noise, speech to meaningless slurs, as we struggle to hold our poise
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
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