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May 2015
you don't know how much something is bothering
you until you're drunk and your mind
is wrapped around it
engulfed in it
i'm melting
into my
sheets
but you're still in my thoughts
i can't walk
straight
but i can still remember the last thing
you said to me
something i jotted down a week ago
grace
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grace  22/philly
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