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addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter =your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got =you penciled in and then you're gone, your hand is out but I've got =nothing left to give you, except perhaps some words to get you through =this. I'm sick of enabling you and you can sense it, you glance around =as if for the cops, whatever you've stolen I won't fence it, you know =you're nothing without your props.
Submitted by: Mel
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