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Apr 2014
Once the cheap liquor
Creeps into my veins
I'll pick up the phone,
Dial you number,
And scream out your name.
I know nothing has changed,
But I'll try anyways
In hopes that you'll realize
You won't find someone who loves you more
For the rest of your days.
Sierra Carleton
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Sierra Carleton
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     --- and Manda Raye
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