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Sep 2018
We often latch on habits that kills us
Cigarettes turn to painkillers
Liquor turns to cough syrups

I die everyday without a dose of heaven

As we picture out these habits
as an escape from reality
Gabriel
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Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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