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Feb 2022
He drank the coolest tequilla
What they call "the killer"
The boy had the gut
Poor him
He never got drunk
All the memories he wanted to forget
Had the control

He never knew how hard it was to be sober
leechyna
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leechyna  22/M/kenya
(22/M/kenya)   
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