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The first Of January (The first month) I looked at two Rectangular yellow pastel Pills And said One Last time 22 (twenty two) days Later And I'm still not finished coming down Around 70 I decided Close to 70 pills I Injested (Took) (To get high) This month (January) The first two yellow pills I took I got through a trade, fair and square The rest were stolen From my own mother When is a girl now a woman And when does user become ****** Is it when their cost outweighs what they can give? Effectively rendering a human being Worth-less? Or junk? On the first day of the first month of this year I got high (I got high ( It wasn't the first time) Not quite the last But this will be Heaven willing After this one more time
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
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The first Of January (The first month) I looked at two Rectangular yellow pastel Pills And said One Last time 22 (twenty two) days Later And I'm still not finished coming down Around 70 I decided Close to 70 pills I Injested (Took) (To get high) This month (January) The first two yellow pills I took I got through a trade, fair and square The rest were stolen From my own mother When is a girl now a woman And when does user become ****** Is it when their cost outweighs what they can give? Effectively rendering a human being Worth-less? Or junk? On the first day of the first month of this year I got high (I got high ( It wasn't the first time) Not quite the last But this will be Heaven willing After this one more time
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
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