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Jan 2013
The whole time I've been scared
Not knowing if I'd be here tomorrow
So I smoked it..
Fuzzy memory, smoked to the nth degree
So high, so high
Our minds touched the sky
Raining down thoughts of who I was and what I wanted
Far gone, Far forgotten
It didn't do much, few laughs here and there
Got **** to do, but I didn't care
I had my chances, burned all myΒ Β bridges
Up in smoke, unclear; my path ahead
Sifting through I push on, what do I see?
The end of the road; the end of me
Will it come down to this?
Death's holding my hand, but I'm holding it loose
Inhale the dark and free your mind
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
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   Emanuel Martinez
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