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Jan 2015
His pills were to eliminate all thoughts
His smokes to hide weakness
His lines to forget memories
Alcohol to feel good again

...And finally a knife to end it all
If there are any typo's you can comment it english is not my first language.
Blacksilhouettes
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Blacksilhouettes  20/M/Belgium
(20/M/Belgium)   
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