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Smoking cigarillos to the crutch Burning fingers reaching for a head rush but it don't come. Life was better when I lived on the run. Tired of being in pain but it's better than feeling numb, maybe I should just bite the bullet if to die is really to become.
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
Dissociation days
Smoking cigarillos to the crutch Burning fingers reaching for a head rush but it don't come. Life was better when I lived on the run. Tired of being in pain but it's better than feeling numb, maybe I should just bite the bullet if to die is really to become.
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
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