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Thrown in the trash

Cuts on my arms And a pipe in your hand ... Which, is worse? My depression or your addiction. -------------------------------------------------------------- You have a KID! Oh, and I'm just a kid... -------------------------------------------------------------- You give ME shit, About MY scars; While you're doing METH, in the next room? ... Phew, And I thought I was ready to die... But you've thrown your FUCKING life away. ----------------------------------------------------------------
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Feb 16, 2016
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#addiction#drugs#trash#pot#weed#house#baby#meth#addict#dealer
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