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Spending my Friday night Weeping over my thoughts And getting drunk alone I'm embarrassed to the core My soul hurts I think it wants out This life isn't for me I don't know what to do
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
21 and young as ****
Spending my Friday night Weeping over my thoughts And getting drunk alone I'm embarrassed to the core My soul hurts I think it wants out This life isn't for me I don't know what to do
hannahforrest
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
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