I am slowly,
but surely,
giving up all my vices,
but some have got
a hold on me
like a deathgrip
& they continue
to trip me up,
make me feel
like I'm dying.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
I am slowly,
but surely,
giving up all my vices,
but some have got
a hold on me
like a deathgrip
& they continue
to trip me up,
make me feel
like I'm dying.
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