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Jul 2015
I made a friend
as I drank alone.
I watched him
and he watched me.
I pitied him
and I know he pitied me.
he's barely a life
yet I am the lowlife.
They say the flies
go to ****,
I guess I know
what that makes me.
Carson Hurley
Written by
Carson Hurley  England
(England)   
505
   ---, Cecil Miller and Earl Jane
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