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Sep 2013
I know I'm so sick
(so sick baby)
Because it hurts between my eyes
And my lips feel hot
Lost my bag, my pipe, my drugs
My makeup, my phone, the love
Fifty calls, gotta replace it all
No pills to fill and numb me
This **** all ***** just help me
Drink it down, you're a feather now
Sleep well
(Or not at all)
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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