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Oct 2019
Smoke fills the lungs, the brain pays the price.
The ******* I snort up my nose, prescribed to cure me.
The capsules I chew, burn my insides slowly.
Off the shelf syrups no longer quench my thirst.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
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Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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