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hi mum it is me still miami is muy bien i sent you a card but the dreams are my en route art

i give myself two shots to try or to blow my head non stop ringing i do dabs cause fucked up figures ain’t my dad

ice cubes sprinkle on the grass add une photo pour moi cause i ask nicely  if you can remember me on the postcard to the sea

mum can i be someone when i grow up i am grown up but lost in smoke lost in life who am I just dis moi who am I who am I?

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