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Apr 2015
two, three, four shots of ***** ;
a bucket of tears,
and a heart in pieces later;
i was at your door.

begging on my knees for a love never once given
----- only taken.

perhaps it's because of the alcohol running through my veins that lead me there.

perhaps it was because i still love you.

*or maybe it's because i missed you the minute you walked away.
inkstains
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inkstains  1998
(1998)   
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