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Jun 2014
Inside
I get high because the world is so low, got one BJ and now called a ***, have to get away from the mess and stress putting my enimes to rest as they take theyre last breath.
Written by
ThatKidCarson
476
   ---, Tark Wain and Steven Muir
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