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Jul 2016
I drank too much, I passed out at 3.
You made me want to pick up a bottle and drink until I couldn’t feel anything.
I hate you.
I want to stop drinking, I don't want to come home drunk.
I don't know how to stop though, I don't know what to do.
SteffyWeffy
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