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Feb 2016
I started shooting up
when you shot me down.
The high in my veins
is better than the voice in my ear.
All those times we drove together,
you as my passenger
as we tried to map out which
direction I was going in.
Now I know where I'm going,
and it's straight off this cliff.
Best high of my life was the night I died.
Sadie
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Sadie
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   Caroline Lee
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