Weed
Inhale,
Exhale,
STOP!
Lungs like a whale,
No exhale.
Face gone pale,
Grams on sale.
Eyes gettin red,
Lyin in bed,
Feelin dead.
Mind is hazey,
Cuz of that blazey.
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