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Sep 2014
I swear I can feel you in my lungs
Like when I'm stressed and take a long drag on a cheap cigarette
Relief
Maybe you're the reason I need relief
But I'll stay in denial for the sake of us
For the sake of my addiction
Maybe the cigarettes are just a metaphor
I'm too young either way
"And we'll get drunk anyway because you miss her and I miss you"
Josephine
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Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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