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Mar 2021
i use to grab your vape from our bed
faster than your hands could move
and i would grin at you as i raised it to my mouth
i would hack immediately
"see? what did i tell you?"
you didn't tell me ****
the homie and i would roam the back roads
passing it back and forth
it felt like stitches for my soul
so i really doubt
it was the nic that hurt me
**** your truce
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cal  19/Cisgender Female/ya motha
(19/Cisgender Female/ya motha)   
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