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Life

wake up throw myself on the floor i'm shaking as my life goes out the door thinking of my fate its all a disaster looking for a god for another life after life isn't gold life isn't fun it doesn't go slow if you know how to run temper is explosive a boiling pot of anger this meth is persuasive is my life in danger?
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rare-and-rad
Published
Sep 25, 2014
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#addiction#life#god#hope#fate#meth
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