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Apr 2018
Once a poet said that dying for love was the right way to die;
After having my heart broken apart
I assume that he was right
I'm gonna die of cancer
for all the cigarettes I smoked with you
Or
for the radiation for keeping my cellphone so tight to my body waiting you to call
Written by
LUNA
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