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Aug 2016
you'll see me at the bottom of the liquor bottle,
you'll hear my voice in the last sip,
and you'll cry out for me as you stumble,
because just like alcohol,
i'll bleed in your veins for awhile
"i'll be an addiction."
Written by
cameran  F
(F)   
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   Glass and GaryFairy
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