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Feb 2013
substance
i wish i could drink or smoke or not feel pain
anything to not be here for this
but if i used those, would it only make it worse
this hurts
my heart is on fire
my head cloudy
and you, gone
Written by
Brendan Looney
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   Caitlin Drew
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