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Jul 2015
We're all addicted to something,
That takes the pain away.
I'm addicted to cigarettes,
And dancing in the rain.
The cigarette will numb my brain,
And the rain will numb my blood.
So when I cut my skin wide open,
I don't feel a single one.
Sara Jones
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Sara Jones  26/F/Baton Rouge, Louisiana
(26/F/Baton Rouge, Louisiana)   
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