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Nov 2016
You don't need to know
What's good for you, sweetheart,
Because I already do.

First, ten gulps of Grey
on your empty day, then
4 em-els ******, cooked

IV push

Now shush baby hush,
Just remember this much:
Your only job is to breathe.

But if you forget,
Harm will never be met.
I will give you my breath till you leave.

She will never know
(You put on a great show)
'bout the life or death moments we share.

...and I'mΒ Β wondering bout the day
When you'll walk away,
Cuz it no longer pleases you to care.

(I'll still be there)
For L.S.G. "The Proffesor"
Jaime Will Grant
Written by
Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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