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Like maybe speed. That way I could run far away So you aren't the one that has to find me
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Header: I've thought about other drugs
Like maybe speed. That way I could run far away So you aren't the one that has to find me
Gun in hand Blood on the floor All from this blackened world which painted her so poor
damaged
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
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