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I had a friend A firework spent Roman candle to the underworld The moon’s eyes’ drip wet
Sweet syllable placement Giving poison a beautiful face But to me my friend is a hero Because he left home to save himself
Tell me awful things. I loved dammit. Cocaine. You could have been my best friend Now you’re just a name. Rest In Peace lil peep Some get called home sooner or later.
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Posted Feb 4, 2018, 1:27 PM UTC
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