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Apr 2014
If I got to stay high all the time, to make sure to keep you off my mind.

Then I'm not sure what decision would be worse in 10 years,

The unbearable pain I will be in when I see
you with your wife and children.

Or not being able to breath because my lungs are as
black as the hole in my heart,

and my brains are as empty as
a lake in summer.
Jente
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