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Nov 2020
I am an emotional sponge, so please be mindful of what you spill.
I would do anything for you, but know I have my own demons to ****.
My days are spent far from sober, I trap myself in an inebriated haze powered by the plant that’s dubbed me a stoner.
Every day follows a similar repetition - a joint becomes six, as I nail myself to my crucifix.
Written by
ChrisG  22/M/Ireland
(22/M/Ireland)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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