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Dec 2016
You ripped out my heart,
Leaving an open wound across my chest,
You didn't even stitch it up,
And it's become infected since you left.

Well, I knew alcohol was antiseptic,
So I bathed it in whisky and *****.
You left me when I was high of anxiety,
I didn't even get to say that I loved ya.
Rhiannon
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Rhiannon  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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   Nigel Finn, --- and Doug Potter
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