The 12 Hours Devoted to Filth
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This is nothing but a poem. A poem written by a sad girl, meant for her addict boyfriend.
But she will probably never let him read it, because relapse will, unfortunately, most likely happen.
She does not blame him for using again. She just blames him for lying about it.
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