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Personal Stash

You ran all over and passed out your drug,

You made sure everyone knew who you loved,

I couldn't help but hold on to my cash,

I couldn't part from my personal stash.

 

You made it everyone else's problem,

You put your nose into everyone's trash,

I wouldn't dare ask for help as I solved them,

No one could access my personal stash.

 

You got your kicks off of shouting from rooftops,

I stayed indoors and internally crashed,

You couldn't keep your own darkest secret,

I had so many, my mind turned to ash.

◄ Stuck in a Rut

I'd Rather Be Boring ►

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