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im trapped
im trapped in a grocery bag like bubble pressed against my face
i cant breathe
i keep running and running but i keep tripping and tripping
on the rubble and the drugs
does any body see how your suffocating me
i let the fireworks go off a long time ago
i cried and moaned and let the smoke blow
put a pillow on my face and cut off the oxygen to my brain
as i have simplistic thoughts running naked in public
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