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Apr 2014
Tell me why I can't find happiness any longer?
Why is it that I handle my stress with a bottle of liquor in one hand and something to smoke, in the other?
Tomorrow it will repeat and I will become sad once again.
But for now as I lay on the couch buzzed from a couple shots of ***** and relieved from the music of the ** ..
I find my state of happiness.
Tell me why I'm sad.
I just don't know.
Gabriela Castillo
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Gabriela Castillo  Dallas Texas
(Dallas Texas)   
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   --- and M Sanchez
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