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    DO
    Smoke till i die.
    Drink till im sick.
    Breath in the poison.
    Sink into the pills.
    Drown in the pain.
    Suck up the drugs.
    I need toxins to live.
    I need myself to die.
    Iwant things i cant have.
    I have things i dont want.
    I wanna touch things i cant see.
    I wanna go places i cant be.
    Oh well...

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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