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Feb 2015
One last hit my pride gone
with a serotonin wind
and need is the unforgiving thing
I never see the life I live
continuously fall down and beg
be cause ofย ย I glow in hope or effervesce insanity
renowned for neglecting reality
so what is I say
with luxury in a needle or pipe
is the wish I wished for?
wordvango
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