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me and my bic pen once again

as i sit and inhale the

smoke my chest grow big

and sinks back in

the mixter of the

carbonation and nicotine

is making my mouth

grow comfortably numb

just trying to cop wit

the cards that ive been delt

looking at the players around me trying

to read their faces

i shouldnt even be concerned

wit this mess

cuz i have a

whole other set of cards

sittin at the next table

and rinning back and forth

between the tables

is wearing me down

yet

i cant seem to choose

let it go;

my mind is tide down

i deeply care about both

guess you could say

i bit off more than

i can chew

or a

challange of double taskig

its got me all

fucked up inside

seems like theres

always some type

of complications

asking myself

do i do it to myself

haha

you tell me cuz seems

like everyone else always

seem to

have the answers