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I use to have a solution to any feeling I had your love acohol blades and everything's gone and I sit here thinking about my addictions and oh how easy it could be for me to slip back into old me she's been gone for almost a year she's in my mind yelling at me saying "dear god get me the hell out of here" begging me to let her be free
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
oh how it feels to be me
I use to have a solution to any feeling I had your love acohol blades and everything's gone and I sit here thinking about my addictions and oh how easy it could be for me to slip back into old me she's been gone for almost a year she's in my mind yelling at me saying "dear god get me the hell out of here" begging me to let her be free
heidi-mason
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
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