Trying to Find a Trip

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i walk through life, day to day

with blood still pumping through my veins,

but i have one fear that still remains

that all i am is empty human remains

i cant seem to find

a non harmful way to get this off my mind

a blade works, i just have to give it some time

i guess thats what i get for everyone being so unkind

i crave for some psychedelic  trip

a place where i dont have to commit

bring me to that supernatural high

let me believe that im living a lie

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