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defeated as it seems

cant resist tempation; the devils wicked schemes

all the hard work straight down the dump

cant let anyone find out i crashed over a bump

a little nervous but i dont seem to care

ive lied to so many people, including myself, i know its not fair

not a single moral thought running through my head

this might be the time i overdose and remain dead

i cant decipher if the high ws worth it or not

after all of the progress i made and help that i sought

back to the basics, though i feel why should i try

whenit feels so good to not feel anything and to be high

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