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Jul 2016
My nostrils  burn.
******* shot up to my brain.
Addiction hurts.
Its not too late.
Rehab.
Decaf.
All the same.
Babe,
Help  me
Dont let me die
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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