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Jan 2018
How strange it is that every time I lit up my cigarette I become the one who burn more deeper and longer,

My cigarettes into ashes
But I remain the same,

I remain with my sadness,

Is there any way to **** your feelings before killing yourself?
Alexander Supertramp
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Alexander Supertramp  18/M
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