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Feb 2015
Five months and you're still everything I want.
Five months and I drowned myself with liquor and clouded my brain with smoke.
Funny how you stopped drinking for me but now I'm the one drinking because of you
Funny how the only trips I took were road trips until you went and disappeared.
Five months and I'm scared it will only progress.
Five months and I'm scared I won't be okay.
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