we're all so afraid to die.
by the third sigarett.
and it tears me apart.
without breaking someones heart.
there's no one to see if I'm ok.
she says kissing my cheek.
by the end of the week.
what I do.
for telling you this.
she says biting her lip.
but I'm not what you deserve.
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