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Oct 2013
Its not healthy to stay up at night,
pouring bitter liquor down our throats,
trying to erase the sweet promises that were whispered into our ears at 4 am,
that filled our empty hearts.
Those promises were eventually broken,
and so were our hearts,
so we were left
feeling torn
*again.
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