idiocy
From where I stood tall and mighty, my sorrow burries me deep, tales of my might of chemicals, now help me cry to sleep, the high of life, the adrenaline to fight, my sobriety makes me feel bleak, can't let it die, because I am blind, the sobriety will make me, me.
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