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Feb 2013
it's 3am
and you're drunk texting me
i have class
in five hours
why are you talking about goldfish?
stop telling me you love me
you don't love me when you're sober
i don't want your
drunk love

will you stop already?
seriously
i just told you i have to go to sleep...
stop calling me...
your slurred sweet nothings
mean exactly that
nothing
i love you
but stop
*******
me
up
i don't want your
drunk love
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