Self Portrait of a Girl I Neither Recognize or Understand I'm a doped up, karma-free shell of what I thought I'd be. Yes, that exit's mine to take, assuming I can find the key. I could leave and not feel shit. Jumping for the thrill of it. But can I? Will I? Would I go? No, I can't, I won't commit. (Smoking all my lives away... maybe someday I will quit.) But addiction is a funny guilt, And one I can't admit.
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