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As I grow older, many will envy my good memory If I could give my memories away I would But I'm drinking too much to try to release them Instead, I'm crouched over the toilet and they've made a home in my throat And all that is coming up is ***** and tears
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Forgetting
As I grow older, many will envy my good memory If I could give my memories away I would But I'm drinking too much to try to release them Instead, I'm crouched over the toilet and they've made a home in my throat And all that is coming up is ***** and tears
callie-greene
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
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