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I'm writing just to let you know That last night I hit rock bottom And I'm not entirely sure What I was searching for In the bottom of a bottle I wish that life was easy And that each problem had a solution But as far as I can tell Not everything is meant to end well It's a sad, but true, occurring conclusion So I've learned something through all of this That hanging on to you is poisonous And heartache can't be drunk away You just end up with your face in the toilet And that's when I made up my mind I'll tell you now though I hate to spoil it It hit me when I realized I had my face where people **** And it seemed like a new low Because I knew I was there because I've yet to let you go And it's all very ironically metaphorical if you ask me That where people **** is where I had my epiphany Because **** is what you always put me through So, basically, in summary, **** you.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Thing of the Past
I'm writing just to let you know That last night I hit rock bottom And I'm not entirely sure What I was searching for In the bottom of a bottle I wish that life was easy And that each problem had a solution But as far as I can tell Not everything is meant to end well It's a sad, but true, occurring conclusion So I've learned something through all of this That hanging on to you is poisonous And heartache can't be drunk away You just end up with your face in the toilet And that's when I made up my mind I'll tell you now though I hate to spoil it It hit me when I realized I had my face where people **** And it seemed like a new low Because I knew I was there because I've yet to let you go And it's all very ironically metaphorical if you ask me That where people **** is where I had my epiphany Because **** is what you always put me through So, basically, in summary, **** you.
faith-inesso
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
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