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Got iT Got iT

**** *** Am iDoing

Making This Worse For My Self

iJust Begun

And Re Picked Up

This iS Were iT Starts.

Should Begin To Worry

iTs Way To Early!

Already On A Thin Line The Last Chapter iN My Life

till My Death Story.

iM Killing Me Slowly

By Taking This Substance.

My Times Ticking

My Hearts Beating

As iContinue To Use

More Like Abuse.

iCant Just Take

1 Line Or Smoke 1 Bowl

And Save The Rest.

iGo All About And Have To Do Every Last Bit.

Then iGo On Again To Finding A Way To Get More Of it

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Written by
Pearlsmoke
23 / F
Published
Sep 6, 2014
Lines·Words
20·101
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#drugs#smoke#it#cloud#rocks#crystal#got#dealer#pipes
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