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Nov 2023
My drunken words spill for you like the liquor I drink
Everything I write for you I tend to overthink
Do my words make sense or am I a drunk man rambling
Trying to find the right words, my thoughts are scrambling
I might just give up and keep sipping this liquid death
But I have to keep writing because Ive ran out of breath
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  22/M/England
(22/M/England)   
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