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Can’t fathom what real feels like Steadily numb Mind racing Only time I feel centered is when I take the cotton out the bottle Pop 1 Pop 2 Pop 3 Now all I see is my fantasies coming to fruition All I know is the feeling I could careless about the side affects An empty medicine cabinet still can’t fill my heart like you could I am swirling downward when I think of your absence I soar up when I get my uppers Don’t know which is reality because I see you in my dreams I do this so I don’t wake up So, my reality is what I choose it to be Pop 1 Pop 2 Pop 3 Pop 4 Pop 5 Pop 6 Pop 7 Pop 8 Pop 9 Pop 10 Will you ever return or do I have to overdose on my fantasies?
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Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
Bottom of the bottle (A maniac’s journal)
Can’t fathom what real feels like Steadily numb Mind racing Only time I feel centered is when I take the cotton out the bottle Pop 1 Pop 2 Pop 3 Now all I see is my fantasies coming to fruition All I know is the feeling I could careless about the side affects An empty medicine cabinet still can’t fill my heart like you could I am swirling downward when I think of your absence I soar up when I get my uppers Don’t know which is reality because I see you in my dreams I do this so I don’t wake up So, my reality is what I choose it to be Pop 1 Pop 2 Pop 3 Pop 4 Pop 5 Pop 6 Pop 7 Pop 8 Pop 9 Pop 10 Will you ever return or do I have to overdose on my fantasies?
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Trinidadian or Tobagonian
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
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