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Nov 2012
I'm burning,
And I'm black in my lungs,
Dont you know it feels good with fire back on you tongue?
I thought I could stop.
Apparently not.
I love it.
I love the burn.
I want the burn.
I need the burn.
Alexia Vlasak
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Alexia Vlasak
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