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It doesn’t solve anything. When your head is spinning. It doesn’t change what happened. When you can’t remember the night before. It can’t cure your ailments. But it can drain your pockets. And it feels so good and light. Staggering up the street with empty pockets, and no worries.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
Alcohol
It doesn’t solve anything. When your head is spinning. It doesn’t change what happened. When you can’t remember the night before. It can’t cure your ailments. But it can drain your pockets. And it feels so good and light. Staggering up the street with empty pockets, and no worries.
dan-deveronica
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
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