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Nov 2014
I can still taste the alcohol on my tongue.
I can still feel the adrenaline from that run from the cops.
My mind is still lost amiss my drunken words.
But at least I'm still alive.
This is not who I am.
This is not what I chose to be.
But just for tonight, just leave me be.
If I text you I'm sorry.
Jake
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Jake
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   Nightwish, ---, Creep and fdg
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