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Jul 2016
I wish I could say
That I’m sick of writing you
And Captain I’m sorry
It’s you I should’ve listened to.

But if at some point
I can stop writing about you
It’ll be the day that I drown
Under the weight of the ocean
Or the bottle laced with misery.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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