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Apr 2019
A pack a day
Smoked away
I was provoked
And ended up soaked
Cloaked in smoke
Rolling up all the dope
Tryna compensate and cope
I looked through the telescope
And saw death written in my horoscope

(C)
Jack
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Jack  19/F/Denver
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