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Jun 2016
My mother once said she didn't understand how anyone could drink straight *****,
She asked me what I tasted when I poured it into myself,
Most people will tell you it tastes like nail varnish remover or gasoline,
But when that liquid burns me from the inside out,
All I can taste is
*******
Relapse
2:14am and I still ******* miss you
Written by
Merry Swain
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