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Oct 2014
Self esteem found in the sheets of his bed
only to diminish again once the whiskey's down
and reality creeps its way back.
He doesn't mean the **** he says
*he just likes the way you look, laying in his bed.
to be revised or deleted, just some detention creativity flowing
Not Patty
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   L, r, Creep and Harley Hucof
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