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Old habits smoulder in the secret places in my heart Like a pack of unlit cigarettes stashed under the bed Cancer waiting to spread and ignite desires Oh how I love these wrong desires Just a sip until I drown Just a flame til I burn down
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
Cancer
Old habits smoulder in the secret places in my heart Like a pack of unlit cigarettes stashed under the bed Cancer waiting to spread and ignite desires Oh how I love these wrong desires Just a sip until I drown Just a flame til I burn down
//On addiction// I'm okay. But my demons want me to come out and play.
jack-jenkins
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
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