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I chase echoes in this shimmering haze, These pills, a fleeting, borrowed grace.

They promise laughter, a vibrant hue, But leave behind a ghost of you.

What swallows joy and offers only sleep, A painted smile, secrets.

With echoes intact,

Daytona

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A time where having fun was all that mattered
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