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Jun 2013
addiction is a silent killer.
you. drugs. ***.
he knows what he did.
why wont you admit your carcinogens?

my mind is draining thoughts of
red sunrises
cold baths
and horrible blue moons.
just once more
he always begged with roses
i promise we will sleep later

i want you to know
that you have hurt my mind
my heart
my thighs
but
where the hell are you?
jade
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jade
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