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Jan 2015
I stumble as if intoxicated
But reek of agony instead.
Not even the strongest liquor
Could rinse you from my head.
While thinning the blood in my veins
My heart pounds to what you said.
Though I would rather you love me,
You would much rather be dead.
Praying, praying, praying this drink puts me to bed.
lX0st
Written by
lX0st  F/Detroit
(F/Detroit)   
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     lloyd britton and lX0st
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