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Just Another Day

How many cigarettes do you need to smoke until the stress evaporates How high must you get until you are able to cut all the weeds strangling your emotions How many drinks until you start relying on yourself to feel good I need to take out the trash Trying to build up my savings but I keep pulling from my stash Life is a joke you think you have it figured out then it just laughs You think you're ready to go but always leaving something back in the house It's hard to see through a wall of concrete negativity Some days I rather be blind p.s. this way I wouldn't be able to see my cynical reality...

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