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Jun 2014
Taste the cigarette on my breath and feel the way it's destroying my lungs slowly
Just like you do every time you look at me,
I forget how to breathe,
And between the two of you
I'll be dead soon.
Rose
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Rose  Small town.
(Small town.)   
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