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Burn choke crack Smoking Crack  To fill the crack  Smells like crack  To just get some smack Id be alive again Feel alive again  Try again  Walking on eggshells 
I watch myself grow and I feel unreal and I think about the moments that define us: Something your father said fifteen years ago, The first time you held your breath, A four-leafed clover in the grass next to the sidewalk;
Dear Itzmir, We started out as friends, then we became more than what we started out as. Our relationship was texts that went on all night, we would be on the phone for
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