last smoke for a while
only a little bud left
dragged from the hypocritical pile
I like this feeling
I'll let him stick around for a while
he's not going through anything
nothing really
burning
burning
burn
gone
burnt
nothing left
but my throat hurts
I'm a little shaky
a little out of it
walk up
throw away my home made pipe
nothing's quite the hype
especially before the old men ripe
I can't breathe
hear him type
type
type
taping of the keys
and everyone freeze
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