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-im lost in my thoughts of late
-a realm of traps
-hairtriggers, snares, and self hate
-a ferris wheel of highs and lows
-like this mild ecstacy that can not free me from this loathesome hole
-i am unable to hallucinate my way out of this hell
-i can only grow tollerant with this prison cell
-the weight in my stomache
-my own ball and chain
-my tears soak me to the bone
-so hang me out to dry up
-take me away on the wind
-let it lend me oxygen for my fires
-fuel for the flames to breed
-spreading with my hatred
-until ashes to ashes it all burns down

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