The first time it’s too late
It’s already in your head
Like a parasite
It’s a little hamster on a wheel
All you hear is the squeel of the plastic against plastic or metal
All you hear is suddenly a thousand reasons to try it again
And then it’s then
And the excuses pop in
My god it’s so easy I just let them win and then down I go
Following you
One two three come with me or whatever
Why would I ever not feel that way though the opposite of high is Literal Hell Daily™
I don’t know why I swallowed the fly
Perhaps
I’ll die
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