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Jul 2020
It's around 3am
And no one's at the house
I feel like abusing like I have been doing in the past
I couldn't wait no longer and I put on my mask
And went on my way to find that dust
That had gave me joy for so long
Oh, I'm sure by now, you know what I'm talking about?
And when I'm on it, you are all I think about
Maybe when you are ready, I'll be too
Till then I'll be lost somewhere, somewhere in my mind
Thinking about our perfect time
Written by
RM  20/M/Toronto
(20/M/Toronto)   
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