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Aug 2015
There were nothing left,
As there was nothing to give
Nothing to make nor take.
Would you still break me?
Every last drop of my soul
You have taken it whole
Your friends shared me
You laughed as they take me in
I felt so use that to the point
You broke me, emptied me,

sincerely beer
Dred Erive
Written by
Dred Erive  Manila
(Manila)   
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