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Let's be real. Blues are the new crack and no one denies it, 
they reach basers with no sign of government confinement. 
This color kills slowly with one after the other, the big wigs count on that population to smother. 
Oh wait this heroin has a script? Supplied by whoever made it synthetically legit? 
Yes they do my young drug user you see, and if I were selling I'd give you half for free, forcing the Need to come back to me.. its ****in crazy how they make a tribute,
identifying the evil but never slowing the distribute.. or consumption for that matter, 
theirs no hope for modern day snap-back mad hatters.. All I can do is say that I'm here,
for anyone lost in their own right to fear. 
For my fears are numbered today as it seems, only two reside in sporadic day dreams. 
One that the user wont ever find clean, and won't ever sleep towards true divine dreams. The other that server will not end the cycle, and won't see their job any less than quite rightful. Both will dream, theres no denying that friend, just depends if its sooner or after the end..

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