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i wrote you a letter last night i was DRUNK as i usually am at...                               2a.m. these days. i don’t regret empty bottles that were full            when i had u           self-medication is                  self-preservation no chaser, no chaser. click, sip, swallow click, sip, swallow click, chug, sip, chug, addiction kills identity → whoamiwithoutyou;← SWALLOW. so then i wrote you a letter…. last night…? was it last night? no chaser, no chaser. click chug swallow. chug swallow chug swallow. i’m filled with POISON and i am drunk like i usually am at                  10a.m these days. demonic awareness, claws at my back i see it all so clearly and you… YOU you, you’re a match you’re the ******* match and my love lit you up and you burned me straight to the ground and i. sip chug sip chug swallow chug no chaser just the burnt taste of dad’s $100 bottle of mezcal and i sip, chug                          chug                                                        can’t believe we’re dead. BLACKOUT. wake up             pencil scratches;  liquid diet. love, victoria.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
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i wrote you a letter last night i was DRUNK as i usually am at...                               2a.m. these days. i don’t regret empty bottles that were full            when i had u           self-medication is                  self-preservation no chaser, no chaser. click, sip, swallow click, sip, swallow click, chug, sip, chug, addiction kills identity → whoamiwithoutyou;← SWALLOW. so then i wrote you a letter…. last night…? was it last night? no chaser, no chaser. click chug swallow. chug swallow chug swallow. i’m filled with POISON and i am drunk like i usually am at                  10a.m these days. demonic awareness, claws at my back i see it all so clearly and you… YOU you, you’re a match you’re the ******* match and my love lit you up and you burned me straight to the ground and i. sip chug sip chug swallow chug no chaser just the burnt taste of dad’s $100 bottle of mezcal and i sip, chug                          chug                                                        can’t believe we’re dead. BLACKOUT. wake up             pencil scratches;  liquid diet. love, victoria.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
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