I heard people speaking swedish when I was out walking. I honestly felt like a wet moldy blanket of anxiety was pulled over me. I felt my pocket and I forgot my joint case at home so I had to drag my ass up a hill with the psychosomatic smell of pickled herring and IKEA furniture in my nose to get home and light up.
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