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Jul 2016
Pass me a beer
Maybe the whole case while you're at it
Now leave me be
Allow me to soak in my own ***
As I drink my sorrows away
How did things come to be like this
Too weak too tired to even take my next breathe
I just want to disappear into the mist
Say goodbye brushing it all away
Never has the sunset seemed so dull
So full of tears that resembled broken souls
It's actually kind of beautiful
Sad but still
Beautiful
Dr Strange
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Dr Strange  Atlanta
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