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There is nothing more painful than hearing The sound of your drunken tears over the phone You said you were okay But I didn't believe you and you knew I didn't believe you You asked me if I would still bring you cigarettes if you went back to detox I said, yes of course. It always comes down to this. I don't have to tell you what it comes down to Because you already know. I'll never fall again, you said. For who? I asked. For anyone, you answered. I love you so much, you said. I love you too, I said. I'm going to go have a bath. Okay. Goodnight. I always wonder when it will be the last time we'll say goodbye.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
telephone tears
There is nothing more painful than hearing The sound of your drunken tears over the phone You said you were okay But I didn't believe you and you knew I didn't believe you You asked me if I would still bring you cigarettes if you went back to detox I said, yes of course. It always comes down to this. I don't have to tell you what it comes down to Because you already know. I'll never fall again, you said. For who? I asked. For anyone, you answered. I love you so much, you said. I love you too, I said. I'm going to go have a bath. Okay. Goodnight. I always wonder when it will be the last time we'll say goodbye.
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lyra-brown
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
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