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Mar 2014
The numbness and tingling
My mind starts to spin
My thoughts of you diminish as I open the bottle again.
Your face no longer appears,you're touch no longer lingers
I don't remember your name or the way you laced your fingers
But this bottle eases the pain and keeps me from calling you.
No reminder of the hell and trouble you put me through.
It has made it so easy to repair the damage you have caused.
So tonight I will be drinking until the last drop.
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goneaway
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