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Apr 3
A bitter sweet poison
I crave every drop
Slowly killing me
Yet I cant seem to stop
Fell victim to your power
Your grips getting tight
I need you just to function
So wrong but so right
I fall and I stumble
Because you always have to win
So beautiful so perfect
My poison my sin
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  22/M/England
(22/M/England)   
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