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May 2019
your touch burned my skin
set fire upon my pale body
i couldn’t get enough of it
i knew in the end it would **** me
but i still couldn’t get enough

you were the fresh pull of a new cigarette
easing my pain , but causing my demise in the end
i knew this, yet i was addicted
and couldn’t get enough
of you.
12:05 am.
Written by
katelyn  17/F/somewhere deep in thought
(17/F/somewhere deep in thought)   
170
   --- and Sonu Tyro
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