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i've been chillin in crowds with pills in my mouth
to kick into my brain til i aint feelin an ouch experienced on the low, i'm deterioratin slow an inferior strength, i know. much eerier in the soul a revolving door that shakes with each slip-up of a high i'm probably awake but i've never felt alive try and do what i'm told but i trip over my feet dumb as a bowl filled with poison that i cant wait to eat why is 3am my prime, creatively dispensed from my thumbs i like being up at night, it's like getting that clarity you never thought would come it's like knowing a secret that no one else holds i like being up at night though, i'd stare at the ceiling back when i was 8-years old listening to the sounds of the house how the AC vents would breathe in and out and if i listened extra hard enough, i could hear the clock's tick-tock over Dad's snoring downstairs on the couch
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