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Jul 2013
i came home,
drunk,
per usual.

what else is there
to do,
in this forsaken world.

i tried to wake you,
but your body refused to be
disturbed.
i understood.

so now i'm awake,
drunk,
lonely,
and sad,
trying to figure out,
why i'm blessed with you,
when i don't even deserve you.
Written by
abigail  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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