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Mar 2014
because it's the only thing keeping me from losing my ****
because the nicotine high is better than hitting a wall
and it's all i've got to temporarily keep my grip
it's always life and you tend to think so hard about it all and your mind is constantly moving
amongst the cigarette smoke
intertwined in the heavy gray
you inhale ****** up
you exhale okay
it's a circle of death they say

man does death feel soothing
(C) Maxwell 2014
Luna Lynn
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Luna Lynn  36/F/Illinois
(36/F/Illinois)   
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