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Jul 2015
I inhaled it wishing it would **** me,
although I'm already dead.
I crawled into the deepest, darkest parts of my head and came to conclusion that my cigarettes are better for me than you ever were.
I need friends, nah just kidding, Netflix is good for now...
Secret Poet
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   Earl Jane
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