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Sep 2020
not naming names,
100 proof in my veins.
i cant be the same
when i'm drinking again

didnt know i was nostalgic
for self-reckless sadness
and if i go,
well, wouldn't that be tragic.
sad as hell and i missed it a lot
Written by
Ray Dunn  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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