Hello weed, it's me again, these days it seems you are my only friend. I had another really bad day, it seems like I'm cursed and have hell to pay. I can't face my life, I hate the day light, as soon as it comes I pray for the night. I can't seem to cope, my life's a fucking joke, I try to relax and take a big ass toke. It seems I'm only happy when I'm smoking weed, I get hi cuz I have to, it's a dire fucking need. I can't fucking quit, my life's full of shit, I need to stop the madness and take another hit. Yummmm that feels so much better, it's always nice to smoke when I'm under the weather. I can't deal with things on my own, me and my weed we're a team, I know I'll always have a friend when it comes to my green. When something bad comes along and hits the tigger, I know I'll get through it after I smoke on a jibber. Wow now I'm really hi and feeling good, my weed picked up my hopes like I knew it would. I'll see you next time my friend, my weed, I'll see you next time when you're in need. I'm sure it wont be long, it will probably be tomorrow, cuz this crazy life brings so much fucking sorrow. Till we meet again, till life takes it's toll, I'll be back to see you, I'll be back to smoke a bowl.Birth sign: Pisces
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