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Jan 2016
And I drown myself
Inside this bottle
Once again

And all I have
To think
About

Is you
Again

If these walls could talk
They'd say we hate
The way you've been

Now all I'm left
To think about
Is how it
Ends.
When alcohol makes this worse.
nate1990
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nate1990  alberta
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