while i'm so low i worry i won't f**king get high,
due to the wrongs i chase after with my weakened mind.
i can't stop it nor will it stop itself
as i can never extinguish desire;
the only way out is to let in a thing
more fascinating than it to kill my time,
and that something now is to write out
this damn feeling in long looooooonnnng rhymes.
did it rhyme though? :) [Dont think so!]
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