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Dec 2015
We move to an unheard
Rhythm.
I chase you through forgotten
Memories.
You find me,
Alone and confused.
Wasted of cheap liquor,
Trying to drown my thoughts,
Trying to **** the pain,
And remember your face
As you smiled to me and said
Everything will be alright.
Tom Fiddle
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Tom Fiddle  26/M
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