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Sep 2018
I Chose My Poison Long Before Without A Reason, I Dunk My Tongue Too Deep And Now The Taste I Keep.

Infected By The Venom Of A Vicious killer.
I trusted But At The End Of The Day He Was The One With The Gun, The One Who Pulled The Trigger.
The Guardian
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The Guardian  23/M/South Africa
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