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Aug 2016
Roll the last days cigarette,
Smoke to quell the hunger.
I once drank to forget the days.

But I dare you to try to forget being murdered,
By the one who whispered β€˜Forever’ in your ear every night.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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