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Jan 2021
In the past, I did my fair share of twisting the glass pipe in between my ***** fingertips
Countless bottles pressed to my cracked red lips
White lines disappearing into rolled up hundred dollar bills
I swallowed nameless pills
But you know what, **** those thrills
Nothing but cold sweats and body aches
Headache kills
Disease filled vices I thought I needed to help me get through the crisis
the kid
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the kid
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   Bogdan Dragos
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