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Mar 2013
Pretty little pills
Orange, red and blue
Spilling through my fingertips
I took 12, not just 2

Daddy always told me
To be all I could be
Now my goods just not enough
It's done

They won't have to worry about me.
Kelsey
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Kelsey
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