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Dec 2015
***, drugs, money & music
it sounds like the dream
but it's just an excuse
and I wanna be clean
and I've tried to refuse
but it keeps calling me
and I'm afraid that I'll lose
all the good things in me
if I give in and use
but I'm in desperate need
Of a f*cking excuse

So one more time
I'll quit it tomorrow,
I just need one more night
to gather my thoughts
and leave my troubles behind
Noah
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Noah  21/M/Indiana
(21/M/Indiana)   
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