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Oct 2018
I relapsed after our phone call
and like an idiot I split my lip on the razor I used to cut lines

****** IS SO SILLY!
cause you can never tell what it's made of
until you're
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       g            that's where we have something in common

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and I know that it's just the blood in my mouth
that tastes so much like you
because the dope has always been
sweeter
you were right, baby
Mick
Written by
Mick  23/Non-binary/RVA
(23/Non-binary/RVA)   
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     lovelywildflower and JS CARIE
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