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Sep 2018
When the alcohol hits
the thought of you is unbearable,
not in the sense of
I cannot stand being in your presence,
but being around you makes me uncomfortably in love with you
and the thought of your lips resting upon mine makes my heart uncontrollably swell.
How do I go on?
Drunken writing
Written by
Siobhan Gray  19/F
(19/F)   
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