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Nov 24
illness
the one that kills
that one that you need pills
to make sure you don’t see those hills
that don’t even exist

illness
that one that MAKES you ****
that one that makes you addicted to your pill
that one that makes you see the hill
that doesn’t even exist

illness
the one that makes you ****
but the victim is yourself
the one that makes you needed of pills
that one that makes you stab yourself with quills
the one that thrills
the thrill of death

of your own.
its getting hard again!
ivan
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ivan  14/M/Brazil
(14/M/Brazil)   
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