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Aug 2018
I’m not saying I like the taste of cigarettes
I just need to be reminded
To breath deeply
Please, hold my soul while I light another match
Just in case I set fire
To the part of me I never cared for
And I’ll hold yours  
So I can start believing in the world again
Written by
cloh  24/F
     Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
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