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Jul 2022
GAB
I fell for her smoothly,
Now this bruises,
Can't be bottled,
Maybe the bottom,
The last drop will,
You can't love and be sober,
Cupid shot the wrong way,
To my heart into stitches,
How much a crave a drink,
Multiple shots to mend,
How now I drown in pain,
Love, love can't ******* a man,
It's beauty too dies like a flower,
I deeply wanted to believe, now I cower.
Sometimes a bottle of ***** is what one needs to forget about loves pain, but then when you at rehab it's whatever
Jeremiah Mhlongo
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Jeremiah Mhlongo  24/M/South Africa
(24/M/South Africa)   
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