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Jan 2015
But in the morning,
When the sobriety strikes
And the smoke has cleared

What will we have? Just another broken memory of a face that fades more and more every day of a night of drinking poison and doing all possible sins
Blacksilhouettes
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Blacksilhouettes  20/M/Belgium
(20/M/Belgium)   
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