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Oct 2017
i'm high as ****
i got her, that's my luck
i don't care
she got them hair
where?
maybe i'll die soon
but now i'm more alive than ever
i love her moon
i want her to go never
I'm high and i'll get down soon.. but i wanted to write this
Noah
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