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significant other on her journey first of seven in blackout with twenty-one more only she can swim her way out the bottle neck treadn so long but still ended on the bottom would have drown had she not been the drinker cause the bottle is empty if you have not found for it was as empty as her life even though i am beside her she would have drank me too if i had not soured her desire in the midst of these flowers an sweets of love i bow my head alone for a healthy wife to come home hated as i am to have been the one the demands i made ultimatums is really what they were i gladly checked her in for the doctors to pull whats inside her questions abound will i still be around could this be our end was this my purpose when it all began just the lords game to send me the broken only to began again is this my life that i'm always only a fixer am i the problem in the end to be sent away a dis-carder rehab will tell if this love will last or i my be just her past thirty days will tell im the hubby livin rehab hell
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
all alone a Valentine of mine
significant other on her journey first of seven in blackout with twenty-one more only she can swim her way out the bottle neck treadn so long but still ended on the bottom would have drown had she not been the drinker cause the bottle is empty if you have not found for it was as empty as her life even though i am beside her she would have drank me too if i had not soured her desire in the midst of these flowers an sweets of love i bow my head alone for a healthy wife to come home hated as i am to have been the one the demands i made ultimatums is really what they were i gladly checked her in for the doctors to pull whats inside her questions abound will i still be around could this be our end was this my purpose when it all began just the lords game to send me the broken only to began again is this my life that i'm always only a fixer am i the problem in the end to be sent away a dis-carder rehab will tell if this love will last or i my be just her past thirty days will tell im the hubby livin rehab hell
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
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