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IPad, IPod, IPhone, I'm alone. They prescribe me three pills and then they make it four, training me to be a pill popping ***** My mind is in knots, I cannot cease my thoughts. Six feet under in a box may I rot.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
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IPad, IPod, IPhone, I'm alone. They prescribe me three pills and then they make it four, training me to be a pill popping ***** My mind is in knots, I cannot cease my thoughts. Six feet under in a box may I rot.
cannibalkush
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
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