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Oct 2015
whenever i hear your voice
or that name of yours
my insides cramp,
and i find myself lighting another menthol cigarette,
once again realizing that it’s much sweeter than you ever were
I tried a little bit harder on this one
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Eve  am I really living?
(am I really living?)   
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