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May 2015
I have found myself
With crystals up my nose
and your tongue down my throat.
They're the same thing, really.
When we're together, I'm happy
But the second we're not,
my heart doesn't know how to beat.
Em
Written by
Em  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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