as I smoke this cigerette and down this shot, cigeratte smoke feels my lungs, in this time, really nothing could've closed my mind or mouth, yeah wait and see, like lyrics to a song, written bought grief and misery, you know hard times, they're just an old friend, another friend that likes to follow... Sign in to see full entry.
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