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Apr 2019
You asked me to throw it away just as i
finished lighting my cigarette.
The tip burning the nicotine as the fumes
turn us to a mere silhouette.
You love me, you said. You only don't want these
**** things take me from you.
I believed you then as much as i want to tonight
but i learned you're something killing me too.
oUt Of sYNc
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oUt Of sYNc  19/M/Trapped
(19/M/Trapped)   
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   julie
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