Shot Of 🔥 H. Kicking It Wit My Cracka.

Look at those beautiful eyes

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I wasn’t 16 or 18 when I started to use I was 22 Everyone else had already been through What I was going through Looking at my reflection in a silver spoon The smell of vinegar and smoke haunt the room Try to cover it up with cheap perfume And you probably assume I ain’t got much to lose But, you’re wrong, I do And between me and you I got no excuse I could of chose booze Cigarettes too But what’d I choose? Heroin and oxys blue Killing myself over that sticky black goo

“I’m the type of person that won’t say how they feel when something’s wrong. I’ll stay quiet about it and eventually let it build up. Then one day I’ll end up breaking down because I just couldn’t hold in my feelings anymore. I want to say something. I want to say what’s on my mind. I want to say that I’m not okay. But I just can’t.”

— (via leohearts)

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Not a thought behind those eyes

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