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May 2016
woe to man who created pills
they give me chills
they make me feel
take too many they'll make you ill
they deceive my fantasies
their thrill is real

woe to the man who made **** pills
with every one I take,
a piece of me is killed.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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