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underneath the cloud of smoke, and mountain of pills
I am confused and locked in
the empty is filled with thoughts not my own
rearranged and sold my soul for a sense of peace
Mystery surrounds, sounds pound
Locked in this room, stone and cloth
Screaming for a way out
waiting for a escape, the next shot
Drift to far, and can't swim back
stay in a safe place, soul twisted and black
senses distorted lies within my mind
just a sense of piece for a few dimes.
3:56 PM
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