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| Blurred is the line between pain and pleasure there is no way to take off the pressure smoke the green to good measure and lose all that you treasure. Numb, calm and high I be problems of mine I cannot see love is for the bird and the bee for me the noose from the tree. Slowly, slowly i am dying giving up is not trying pillow wet with all the crying sitting alone and just sighing. |