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Nov 2019
Smoking cigarillos to the crutch
Burning fingers reaching for a head rush but it don't come.
Life was better when I lived on the run. Tired of being in pain but it's better than feeling numb, maybe I should just bite the bullet if to die is really to become.
Karambitties
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Karambitties  23/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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