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Dec 2014
Hope you smoke away
Because all you do is smoke
I can't have you for a second
You're always high
I want you
I love you
But you ignore my feelings
For that last "high"
Tired of you saying you're done smoking
When you're not
But I'm done
I'm done with you
Have a nice life high
Once you get back to reality
You're going to realize that I'm gone and won't be coming back
But that's life
It's reality
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  25/F/Florida
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