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Dec 2014
MY EYES ARE STILL BLOODSHOT SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT.
AND ***** STILL BURNS AT THE BACK OF MY THROAT
FROM ALL THE FUTILE ATTEMPTS TO DROWN YOUR SWEET NOTHINGS THAT I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON.
YOU WERE MY MAP AND NOW I'M
HOPELESSLY LOST WITHOUT YOU
please come back
Valerie
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Valerie
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