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Jun 2017
Every time
You ever told me
To stop
Being a piece of me
I remembered
All of your nights
Curled up to Jameson
And I realised
The only thing
That will
Ever make you whole again
Is going to be that bottle
You're nothing more than a drunken mistake
Written by
Mya  26/F/Wherever Souls Wander
(26/F/Wherever Souls Wander)   
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