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Apr 2014
Seeking for a funky cigarette . The taste of guilt and temptation feels so good in my lungs. A glass of red wine to compliment my daze . Now I'm buzz n I thank the white rabbit for coming to my aid. I confess I'm playing my hand without looking at my cards . The creations of my mind make sense only to me. I'm slowly unlocking the convenient of my thoughts. I want to taste the colors of the world but I want share the taste . Many don't have the anger I have .
Think
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Think  35/M/Los Angeles
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