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Feb 2019
Just what I thought you were
Barbed Tongue wretch infested
Black tooth, smile for me *****
Write off your existence with that needle

Turn off the delusions of cleaning up
Bury your denial of the addiction
Dress up the dealer and your empty wallet
Look pretty when you get high

Life can't be wasted
Perfect lies turned truth
Bleed for the happiness you pay for
Dredge the ditch in which you exist.
Dylan Jones
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Dylan Jones  28/M/MN
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