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Trapped inside this box of your brain Just one way out ;  crystal's key Crush  purest, whitest rock. won't feel so foul though careful now! you'll waste your go theres only bout a gram you know translucent Blue cases and razor blades, an assortment of bank cards and notes far and wide, torn up notebook scrap dyed red -  a meaningful sign   from the brutal nosebleeds marking the straws The purest indication of our devout dedication; my love, complete devotion to such  godless acts Hear cheers of charlie speaking salacious acts Sniff some magic snow for silence the hankering soon be back One in the kitchen starting his war, One in the spre room - dead on the floor, Two in the bed lost to their head, And myself on the hunt for half ins for more
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
Snow (First draft)
Trapped inside this box of your brain Just one way out ;  crystal's key Crush  purest, whitest rock. won't feel so foul though careful now! you'll waste your go theres only bout a gram you know translucent Blue cases and razor blades, an assortment of bank cards and notes far and wide, torn up notebook scrap dyed red -  a meaningful sign   from the brutal nosebleeds marking the straws The purest indication of our devout dedication; my love, complete devotion to such  godless acts Hear cheers of charlie speaking salacious acts Sniff some magic snow for silence the hankering soon be back One in the kitchen starting his war, One in the spre room - dead on the floor, Two in the bed lost to their head, And myself on the hunt for half ins for more
not finished, needs editing for structure
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21/M/Scotland
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
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