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Jun 2018
Need drugs for my composure just can't seem to stay sober
Need closure to stay sober oh what overexposure
Dilated pupils and blood shot eyes the voices are mean she calls out and cries
Bars of white powder, crisp and cut clean
Coated with fentanyl just not for the eye toΒ Β see
A band-aid with a bow tie or a fix with a twist
I can't count the days sober
Oh what overexposure

Written by
Jack  17/F/Portland
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