Sitting here, late at night.
Thinking over my one plight.
To get away from this cursed place,
that would be my saving grace.

To finally feel the soul within'.
To finally be able to be glad and grin.
But I can't do that now, not here,
'Cause everyone would stop to stare, and sneer.

I dunno... I was really tired and I needed something to do.

Comment on it. Give me the bad and the good stuff on it.
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Marijuana makes everything better. Everything.

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Yeah. Nazi's FTW.
Please give the rules the once over then you can repost this.

Thanks man.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.