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Jun 2015
So many friends feel alone and obscure,
So they turn to meds to feel more secure.
And although those wants we try to detour,
To those in need the drugs allure.
But there's a limit to the **** you can endure,
You get a prescription and you're thinking that it’s pure.
But baby maybe it’s a problem when you got a problem,
And you get addicted to the cure
Inspired by George watsky
Written by
the blonde poet  minnesota
(minnesota)   
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     ---, Erin-Taylor, ---, --- and the blonde poet
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