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Nov 2017
I'll sleep soundly
An empty bottle in my hand
The smell of whisky in the air
An empty up soul upon the floor

Yea I'll sleep soundly
No more thoughts of you
My mind a mess
A song I thought I knew

Oh I'll sleep soundly
I won't hear you say goodnight
Because I'll be sleeping soundly
I don't know the words anymore.
Arasynya Cain
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Arasynya Cain  21/F/Oregon
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