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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