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Jan 2021
Hammered again and hearing voices
Left paranoid, again, by my own poor choices
I could never hate myself more than I hate You
You’re just an empty bottle
You are just an empty bottle
You are only an empty bottle
And when I stop to think about it
I know You hate Me too
Someone is using my eyes to see. Is that You?
Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
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