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Today I woke up hungover and tired at around 12:30, threw on pants and shoes, got delicious peppermint chocolate coffee, got a new book, and smoked 6 - 7 blunts. I wish every Sunday went this smoothly.

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It seems as if I keep getting sidetracked...

What's real and what's not?
What defines the line between needs and wants?
What the fuck???

It never ends

The grass is fucking dead
on both sides of the fence
mouthfuls of words
that you never really meant
a lack of self worth
and a wealth of self doubt
not one fucking thing
to be positive about