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Aug 2019
When will I stop calling you whenever I'm drunk?
It feels like the alcohol over flows my mind
As if I'm pretending not to miss you
whenever there's no alcohol in the table
but forgotten memories begin to appear
in a bottoms up
I yearned for you once more
Drink moderately
Gabriel
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Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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