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It’s just me and my mindless indulgence we throw one hell of a party for two my apologies ahead of time for calling the toxins always brought me to you after all this is the mess you loved to lay with this is the boy you always wanted to be with I haven’t seen him in some years now every since my troubles caught up and threw him out from time to time he still comes around shows up buzzed and happy, gets drunk and eventually falls down the way she cared well it really scared me that girl she made me feel everything when she spoke to or touched me most will spend their whole lives looking for what we had instantly but now the time has gone and left us nothing nothing more than a home in these pages a story to never be told but one for the ages a girl with a thief of a smile a boy made victim by it the kind of attraction you don’t encounter in real life you know the type it makes an artist paint, a musician sing and a writer write the type of love that inspires beauty and it was all mine even though you never were this memory is all mine
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Burning Alcohol
It’s just me and my mindless indulgence we throw one hell of a party for two my apologies ahead of time for calling the toxins always brought me to you after all this is the mess you loved to lay with this is the boy you always wanted to be with I haven’t seen him in some years now every since my troubles caught up and threw him out from time to time he still comes around shows up buzzed and happy, gets drunk and eventually falls down the way she cared well it really scared me that girl she made me feel everything when she spoke to or touched me most will spend their whole lives looking for what we had instantly but now the time has gone and left us nothing nothing more than a home in these pages a story to never be told but one for the ages a girl with a thief of a smile a boy made victim by it the kind of attraction you don’t encounter in real life you know the type it makes an artist paint, a musician sing and a writer write the type of love that inspires beauty and it was all mine even though you never were this memory is all mine
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
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