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A wafer so small.
I would eat them all. If for a fortnight. I could seem to recall. The worst of my times. So many, so far. Serotonin flees my mind. Like a splinter in my eye. I scratch my head and pray aloud. That someone high will hear my sound. Children flee and weep for mercy. As my neurons scream so thirsty. My hopes dashed. My fears abound. I seem to wash into the ground. I'm wishing out, and wishing in. That all my sins will come again. For as I curse myself in wake. I lay and dream of pills to take. |
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Hahah nice one
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nice work!!
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