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Apr 2019
I say I love you
too much when I'm
drunk, but how cant
I say I love you?
Maybe I love you
too much.

Your presence gives
me hope.
It sobers me up
enough to muster a
hello.
How can I live in the present if everything I want is in the past.
Nobody
Written by
Nobody  23/M/Denver
(23/M/Denver)   
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