SHE WANTS THAT OLD THING BACK... SHE WANTS THOSE HEROIN TRACKS. SHE LIKES ME. SHE FIENDS FOR ME NIGHTLY, SHE LEANS FOR ME. MORNING SHE RUSH FROM MY TOUCH, THIS IS ABOUT LUST. COLD SWEATS OCCUR, WHEN IM NOT WITH HER. MY PRESENCE IS A
MUST... MUST... MUST.┣▇▇▇═─
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