I have been smoking
Three malboros
Each night I drink
To prove to you that I've changed
Into something you'll hate
And my naive ****** throat
burns with the smoke
But it does not burn
as much as being alone
it was your birthday
three days ago
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
I have been smoking
Three malboros
Each night I drink
To prove to you that I've changed
Into something you'll hate
And my naive ****** throat
burns with the smoke
But it does not burn
as much as being alone
it was your birthday
three days ago
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