He would have taken his life for her, but when it came to me he would pop pills down his throat and smoke himself to sleep it was a way he coped with the loss of me
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
He would have taken his life for her, but when it came to me he would pop pills down his throat and smoke himself to sleep it was a way he coped with the loss of me
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