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Oct 2015
I am drunk as ****
just half past twelve
every soul is asleep
and I'm talking to myself
and yet these lonely lips
scream "why!" into the void
all these ****** vague voices
leave my sanity destroyed.
madrid
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madrid  Manila
(Manila)   
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   mickey finn
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