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Jul 2017
Snort
Inhale
Swallow
Repeat
Your cold and bony hands are occupied by xanax and a square
So you can’t touch my soul anymore
Lately my friend has been too into drugs...I'm never one to judge what anyone does, but she's my best friend, and I'm scared for her sometimes...
Lo B
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Lo B  20/F
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