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Nov 2016
Do
Drugs,
They fill me with the warmth of my mother,
They fill the void of my father,
And leave me wanting more like lovers,
Pick me up when I'm down like friends,
And like my mother, father, lovers, and friends it's only around while I have money,
This may be a series too. Not to serious though.
Shawn
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Shawn  Townsville,
(Townsville,)   
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     jordan grant and Unnoticed Notes
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