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Wrote this poem when i was sad, made me feel damn better.
A lack of meaning fills my life It happens at the edge of a knife nothing's forever it gives me hope hey look ma now im smoking dope With each breath the weed is my lover no one can see me under my cover as to why, all i know is how to cry my tears dry as i smoke and fly This good weed lets the time go bye Im a loser with each breath i take but it does'nt matter its my fate i prefur to puff because i get high this weed is really good my oh my