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Jan 2019
Forgive me
For the hundredth time
My drinking
Has been my downfall

But I can change
And leave you be
For real this time
I promise

How many boys
Do I have to choke
With my noxious fumes
Before I learn?

It's always fun
Until I remember
It isn't fun
For you

To whom
It may
Concern:
Just wait

Someday I'll find him-
The one who sets me straight
And refuses me my games
And redacts your names from my soul
I have a harem of boys who would rather I didn't.
Written by
Cydney Something  32/F/Portland, OR
(32/F/Portland, OR)   
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