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Nov 2017
You left me.
So I took a bottle of *****,
And I took a bottle of cranberry juice,
And got drunk.

It took everything I had to not text or call you.
Saying "hey I'm drunk and I miss you,"
You already hate me enough.

I laughed more than normal.
I almost cried too,
I was still sane,
But it had a great buzz.

You will never know how much I miss you.
So from now until you know,
I'll keep taking the *****, and the cranberry juice,
And I'll make there be no tomorrow.
they aways say, drunken words are sober thoughts...
Olivia Christine
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Olivia Christine  17/F/VT
(17/F/VT)   
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