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Oct 2013
The taste of your lips was almost as good as the last sip at theΒ Β bottom of the bottle
But the difference is I can forget that
Your words were almost as sweet as the coating on my pills
But atleast those were there to make me better
Your look was almost as bright as the sunrise
But I still see that daily
And your goodbye was almost as great as the scars
Both of which I feel forever
Alicia
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Alicia  26/Non-binary/In between
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