See… I’ll tell you the difference
You are a straight white line
You’re a single snort away from poofing.
While I run in the circles made of infinity
I’m a never ending rarity
No number of pots will ever be enough
To build what’s broken.
I took the morphine with me
When I left from that door,
Your ‘4:20 Somewhere’ rots in my closet
Be A Paradox 
Oooh, I think I like you.
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A ‘never ending rarity’, is an oxymoron, the loophole is a paradox .
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Is there any other meaning too?
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was just curious, if i read that right. so, yeah. these words of yours are more towards the darker side. wishing that wasn’t the case, for I can see beyond all that you’ve become to who you’re really are. someday, you’ll too.
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