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I woke up on the cold bathroom floor because I swore I heard your voice. It turns out that whiskey sounds a lot like you. No matter how much I drink, It's you that always leaves me feeling empty.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
How many shots does it take to make me new
I woke up on the cold bathroom floor because I swore I heard your voice. It turns out that whiskey sounds a lot like you. No matter how much I drink, It's you that always leaves me feeling empty.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
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