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Jul 2014
you make me feel alive again
but you are untrue

the highs you bring
aren't like the lows you’re dealing

and boy do I feel like
I've been shaking the shorthand

because what I've put myself
through
I knew of the needle and bruise

that I could withstand

but you were a drug that didn't
warn
me **** of how my substance
you would abuse

deliriously consumed

the question begs,
*who used whom
november
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november  South Africa
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