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May 2015
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
teenageoverdose
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   Melancholia and NV
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