once I smoked weed and felt like I was dying. then I smoked weed several more times and felt worse. then I didn't smoke weed anymore. I also read The Yellow Wallpaper.
I fell over
I fell onto the ground
I wish I was sober
I can't get up off the ground
I closed my eyes
And thought I was blind
It's the middle of the night
And I'll never be alright again
And this wallpaper
Keeps going round the room
Keeps going round the room
And I follow it around the room
And I sat there on the steps
Considering death
There were only seconds left of the night
And I said hell is the sun
Burning forever at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A brain on fire at the center of things
And the sea isn't green
And I love this dream
But how exactly can we
Escape from behind the wall?

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