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Jul 2019
the wrong side of town
where the crackheads lie
a bud at their side
high schoolers who’ve ruined their lives
here they reside
their pale skin is concealed by a hood
raised to disguise their bloodshot eyes
they smell of sadness and regret
they smell of mould and sweat
they smell of addiction, of denial
another life lost to the clouds
long story short, my friends are friends with a significant number of drug addicts
Jiya
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Jiya  16/F/New Zealand
(16/F/New Zealand)   
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   Lizzie Matthias
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