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Feb 2021
im tired of breathing in artifical air.
filling my lungs with oh so sweet posion.
im tired of wasting my money away in light blue sticks of my joy.
im paying for the air i need to breath. and im sick of it.
but i cant stop
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unknown  69/Non-binary/far far away
(69/Non-binary/far far away)   
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   blake
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