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Jun 2018
****, blunts, joints
They are the same endless termoile
Causing pain
And arguments
Constant disagreements
Disappointed
Why would society allow this
A form of escape that if you take it away
That person hates you
Resents you for
Iā€™m not proud
Iā€™m trying to protect you
From what I thought was true
I thought it was bad for you.
Skye Lawrence
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Skye Lawrence  24/F/Clacton on sea
(24/F/Clacton on sea)   
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