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Dec 2017
Sober
I’m writing to vent.
I’m tired of repeating my sadness.
Constantly Creating the same verses just puzzled differently.
My minds going crazy , constantly over thinking about past ****.
Will I ever get to the end ?
Will these feelings ever go away.
I’m waiting patiently on the day where I no longer dwell & self hate.
Begin to enjoy life rather than hide away.
PEARL SMOKE
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PEARL SMOKE  23/F/los Angeles
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