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Sep 2015
i stopped doing drugs because you were the only thing that made me high
now we're just fiction
your mouth is stained on my cheeks, still echoed with a sad goodbye
we're out with the garbage you so angrily tossed
and you're drinking wine
and i'm still lost
if you could talk to me, i would be so ******* happy because right now, you're seriously all i ******* want right now
Charlie
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Charlie  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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