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May 2014
you ask me why,
as I put the bottle up to my lips.
how do I explain this?
I'm not trying to fit in.
I just need the simple pleasure I get from every sip I take.
I see you're face and know I'm doing wrong.
the more I drink the more it doesn't seem to bother me.
why am I getting the satisfaction out of this evil.
Martyna Manis
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Martyna Manis  Eastlake
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