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Jun 2016
I sit here at 2am
wanting to talk to you
because I can’t sleep.
These thoughts are keeping me up
and I swear I’m losing myself because of them,
I feel so empty and so cold
the only thing keeping me warm is
the smoke from this burning cigarette.
Bri
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Bri  Sydney, Australlia
(Sydney, Australlia)   
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