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Jul 2016
Without these writings
My legacy is that of a drunkard
These scrawlings just prove
That I’m ******* who can’t let go. And there’s not enough time in the day
To prove otherwise.
I’ll leave before I get the chance
To make it right by you.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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   jdotingham
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