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punknpie
I sit here, pipe on my chest
but that ain't what's makin' it heavy
I cant breathe with this weight making a nest
making itself at home, the feelings are many
I sit here and think, and think too much
I can't stand the sadness
I've had enough
I take another hit and blow out the smoke
It'll all be better tommorow
What a sad, sorry joke.
-Maggie Latham

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