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Feb 2017
Back when I was
strung out.
Back when I was
16.
Right after I had
Gotten out
of *******
DOC
My mommies old man
Decided he liked me.
He never touched me
But he did help me.

He protected me
From her wrath

and most of all

He stuck that needle in my vein
He sent that **** to my brain
see he cooked it in the bathroom
and the smell was insane

It smelt like the inside of a bottle of pills
and the bottle would swell.
I'd say he shook it well, cause you know
he never caught the house on fire.

And I had never been higher.
Have you ever shoved the plunger down so fast
You past out.

He would keep my blood in the needle
say it made him higher.
I dont know if he was telling the truth
because he was a liar
But he fought the blade from my hand
He said he could understand
and with tears in his eyes
he watched as i cried.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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