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Jul 2018
it's like,
like fire being shot up my veins;
I feel alive.
It's addicting,
it's living in the unknown,
but every time I open my eyes...
I can taste it.
The nostalgic bliss on my tongue.
It's real.

But do I want it without you?
Qwn
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Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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