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Oct 2013
Girl
while you
were sitting
shattered
I was
depressed as hell
drinking to death
over being a mirror
for you
for you for your
ego


while I remembered why
I didn't go to therapy
with a case of misanthropy

and a bucket of wine

because of your name on it

remember next time I tuck your hair back
remember next time you tell me

that you want to **** some other girl
glass can
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glass can  San Francisco
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