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Jan 2019
Just one little lie
that breaks
us apart.
Just one little sip
that makes us all drunk.
Just one little smoke
that makes us addicted.
Come on,
have a drink;
it's just a liquid.
Come on,
have a smoke,
what, are you still a kid?
It might just be a liquid,
and I might still be a kid,
but these are just a few of the things
that get us killed.
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  19/F/Playing the piano...
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