"I need it. please. just front me some. I'll pay you back. I always do. COMMON". Im standing there, in the road again, alone. The sound of an engine echoing off the buildings. I take the last of it out of the pocket of my jeans, hanging limply along my thin frame; no curves left to hug. I lean against the marble wall of a highrise office building
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but you are a beautiful writer, i think i've said that before
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