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13h
I can’t help but think of the past. All bridges I’ve burned the heart I broke she was innocent and pure as angelic as the heavens. No one will ever take her place in my heart soul and mind. As I’m sitting here drowning in my memories and these  bottles
I can’t help but think of her and the bottom of the bottle
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Ghost  25/M/The past
(25/M/The past)   
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