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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.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
High
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.
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august-snow
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
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