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Apr 2020
My lungs burn. It's hard to breathe. It's as if I have smoked cigarettes my whole life. But rather than the cigars you make me want to keep my love behind bars because all you do is break me keep me from wanting to be free if only you understood how much I cared. crying wishing that I was dying. You love me suffering??...I would turn to the cigarette. But I return to you instead
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Manuel  17/M
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