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Jun 2016
The weeks are hard,
The nights are long
I can barely sleep
I can barely breath
All the bottles are empty
Scattered on the floor
Im back to my old ways
Before you rescued me
from all of this
And every second
Hurts like the last
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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     ---, WickedHope and Tupelo
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