7-11 receipts

My therapist told me that you're a narcissist
So I don't go to therapy anymore

My life is flowing in bubbles that encapsulate my room
So I push the laundry pile over and do my yoga on the floor

There is no longer any point to anything I write
And what a shame that I forgot that that should always be the case

I ran out of rolling papers and prerolls
So I've been making do smoking 7-11 receipts



Credits
Writer(s): Hailey Hanson
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