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Jun 2014
I put the cigarette to my lips
Inhaled deep
I felt the smoke invade my lungs
I knew it would **** me over time

I put the bottle to my lips
Poured it down my throat
I felt the alcohol settle in my empty stomach
I knew it would **** me without moderation

I craved to put your lips to mine
All worries put aside
To feel your hands intertwine in mine
This is killing me now
Not Patty
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Not Patty
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