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Feb 2020
I have a sickness. That many my call a addiction. Someone write me a prescription. I’m lost without you there’s nothing I can do. There’s no one I want but you. I may sound like a fool. But living without you life is so cruel. I want no one except you. That is nothing but the truth. People ask for a second chance but I just want to start a new. They say no one is perfect but you’re perfect for me. You’re the only one that can cure me of this illness. I hope one day you cure me of my sickness.
Marcus White
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