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Sep 2016
I saw an old man lighting up, I asked to *** a ****.
He told me that he's on his last, I know hes just blowing smoke.
Like love it hurts to get rejected, but hurts more not to know.
Stuck to breathe the poison fresh air on this lone walk home.
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
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