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Nov 2015
I always heard that drinking killed brain cells.
I was born with too many brain cells.
If I kept killing them, maybe I could finally fall asleep at night.
Or maybe I'd be a dumber, equally as depressed version of myself.
Either way
That fifth of whiskey isnt going to drink itself.
L W D
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L W D  28/M/USA
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