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May 2020
I woke up and hated me
  for what I called you in
  my drunken truth. I never
  want to hurt you but I do.
  It seeps out in weakness.
  I might quit drinking but
  it might turn to cancer and
  live within my blood and leak
  from my eyes and I'd turn to
  dust. Join me in a toast to us.
Acme
Written by
Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   Jayne E and Bogdan Dragos
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