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Nov 2017
I asked her if I could sing.
She wasn't expecting me to be good.
And she smiled.
This ***** I just met.
We got high and the drugs said I loved her.
Then, she almost got me killed.
I probably should have just.
Stuck to myself.
Like I always do.
Set to mute.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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