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Jul 2020
another shot, at the bottom of a bottle, drunken words hurdled, to your only love, ripping through my emotional flesh, lodging in my psyche, festering away my ego, too afraid to walk away, with more tears to cry, i am dying to be loved.
ghost queen
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ghost queen
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   CarolineSD
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