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Jan 2015
6am
bottles on the table
broken glasses on my sole
laughing as I stumble
thinking what's my role

after one final chug
brain's nothing but a mess
turning me into a ****
in my black cute dress

I could see the sun rising
as your hand go over my side
trying to stop me from falling
ending up with your arms so wide




(samber)
1/11/15
Samantha
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Samantha  Philippines
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