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Oct 2014
I'm tired of living
In a *** filled haze
Bottles of *****
to count the days
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
Here I am cornered
Unable to lie
I cant say I don't want it
Because you know I do
Ill take another draw
Off this cigarette, then you.
Layla Thurman
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Layla Thurman  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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