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Dec 2015
It's done, it's over.

I put a lot of energy into you, but now it means nothing.
I stay up late at night fighting demons in my head trying to blame me for what you did.
Is it day or is it night? I keep losing track of time since I lost it all.
All I have left to chase is money, girls, cars, finer things in life that mean nothing without the right one by your side.
Materialistic emotions.
Meaningless things to temporarily fill this emptiness.

Pour me more whiskey

I walk around with my head held high, but feeling pride-less because of your careless act.
They say time heals everything, but whiskey gets in the way of my sobriety.
I want to let go, but I can't.
Wake up, drink, shower, sleep, eat a little, drink.
Seems like a crazy dream
Here's the truth, you didn't marry the person you love.
No one knows except for us, what you and I have will never be broken.

**** it- I gotta get off my knees
Now is the time I walk the talk and make you wish I was the one.
Oscar Valdes
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Oscar Valdes  Carmel, Ca.
(Carmel, Ca.)   
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