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Feb 2019
My mind drawls blank
As the midnight crawls give me the shakes.
My body craves the in takes
Over lapping the mistakes
Needing a quick takes to help with the fixate.
Come on with all of the hate.
Right now pretty late to show up
For this court date
That land me in this hell of a frustrate.
Where is my drug to help me relate.
You don’t correlate this big faith
How the hell am I going to date
Bc of all of this speculate.
******* with all of the guns drawing blanks
It’s time to get straight.
Move the hell on with all of this guilty traits.
Mishaps
Written by
Amber
189
     Fawn and Perry
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