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Jul 2015
Alcohol sour on my lips
I swear I'm about to fall
I cower at the thought of you
Oh the walls I've set up
The knotts in my stomach
All due to you
My soul is broken
No one to repair it
My pain is unspoken
I could yell 'It's not fair!'
But the chain would still remain
Carissa Lee
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Carissa Lee  21/F/Wouldn't you like to know
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