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Sep 2016
You are nicotine to my lungs,
so what do you expect?
I can't breathe next to you.

You're only toxin for me,
you were the chain
wrapped around me,

Now I've unlocked your secrets,
and your smiling face
is a fake journal on display,

Your game is not one
I like to play;
*You will lose.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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