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Mar 2013
you owe me money
you stole my peace

i dont know what to do
so i drink and take her pills
but she shares and accepts
that all i want
is to drown my thoughts

days it works
nights i slay insomnia
and embrace amnesia
six hours later....
dawn breaks and it starts
all over again

i could use the money back
sitting on the couch
gets expensive and depressing

and the other ***** took
everything away from me too....

again
chadrick s winkle
Written by
chadrick s winkle  Archdale N.C.
(Archdale N.C.)   
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   ---, Holly W, --- and st64
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