The Crow


This weed is the key
Oh how it numbs me
Never taking the constant pain away
Only filling it so that it might remain
Because the pain is how I maintain
To live my life in vain
With this strain so strong
I right my wrongs, sing these words like a song
For if I'm right ...im wrong

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Weed is my key.