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Apr 2019
with every pull from the perfectly rolled blunt,the bad things fade.
the pain
the grief
the lies
the truth
the responsibilities
the pressure
and the burdens
and the world gets off back and i drift to outer space, where life doesn't hurt as much, just bliss...
Bri
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Bri  18/F/Atlanta
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