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May 2014
There wasn't much left to do but drink the night away; just me and this bottle of ***.

I seemed to have blurred the lines from being 18 and happy to 22 and ready to drink myself to death.

I am not sure how I got here, maybe years of hiding sadness, who knows really?
Brianna
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Brianna  32/F/Wonderland
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   Nathan Wells
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