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Secondhand smoke cough Chronic coughing inhale the poisonous atmosphere. cough I wish I could clear my lungs yet arguments about stupid **** infest the walls Deep breath What exactly is fresh air? Loud bangs echoe through my insides nowhere to hide My mind drained in the lies And dear God I swore secondhand smoke was a lie
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Secondhand Smoke
Secondhand smoke cough Chronic coughing inhale the poisonous atmosphere. cough I wish I could clear my lungs yet arguments about stupid **** infest the walls Deep breath What exactly is fresh air? Loud bangs echoe through my insides nowhere to hide My mind drained in the lies And dear God I swore secondhand smoke was a lie
I inhaled the absolute opposite of innocence when my blood bled pure
samaralin
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
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