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Feb 2019
Truth is,
most of us
are junkies.
Always
chasing for
that hit,
paying with
our hearts,
all for the
high we get
from the
sweetest drug
called love.

But
I promised
myself that
I’ll be sober
and clean.
I need to
get you
out of
my system.
Out of my system.
Written by
J  M/Manila, Philippines
(M/Manila, Philippines)   
548
   Dennis Willis and Perry
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