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Feel like pot’s been giving a lazy eye
Or maybe my vibe’s just bloodshot and twitchin’
Itchin’ the leftover scabs off a lonely bender
Like quicksand in a room
That tomb leaks, yet still I stay
Mice squeak as I pray for sober
Green tea baby how I love you
And your name
The narcissistic diva, Mary Jane
Narcissist at the lips
Took our young, hope for love
Fuck
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