Dealing With The Devil
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I was in London attending one of the top universities on a scholarship it was a free trip so how could I deny it. But of course little did I know I’d let it all go to waist on one simple bag of weed. But it wasn’t the drugs I got addicted to it was the dealer. They call him "The Devil”
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