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Jun 2019
I don't know what it would do to me
I don't know if it would help
I don't know how it would make me feel
I don't know if it would ease the pain
But there's a chance it might
Even for just a little while
And that's why I'm blindly craving
The contents of that bottle
This is what happens when society worships poison
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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     Jay M, Riz Mack and Buried Words
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