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Mon, 05/04/2020 - 18:28 -- Happ_xo

I roll a blunt and sink deep in my thoughts. I smoke a blunt until I get rid of all of my thoughts. Clouds of smoke then I feel nothing at all.

This poem is about: 
Me

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