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White pills and resin hits. This vendetta against sobriety is deeply rooted in my soul. On the television they all say they do this shit for fun. I do this shit to breathe without wanting to kill myself. So either I do it too much or I'm not doing it enough. Every breath is a reminder that the next will be even worse. And to think when I was a kid they promised me the world. All I got were these fuckin' pills.
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Mar 21, 2013
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