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Mar 2018
I'm sick of being clean.
I feel like I'll slip up any moment.
Maybe now is that moment.
I'm sorry.
But I just can't take it anymore.
I need to feel pain.
I deserve to feel pain.
I know I promised I would come to you.
I promised I would talk to you instead.
I promised I would stay clean.
But little did you know,
That I was lying.
I'm laying in my own dirt.
And I'm sorry.
Sam
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Sam  16/M/A pineapple under the sea
(16/M/A pineapple under the sea)   
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   ---, Dinodust, may and empty seas
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