A Trickle......
Poseidon had conquered my breath and put out my misery.
Only a moments time and Whiskey was violating my sent again.
It's too hard to know when to slow down when it comes to Dr. Pepper and Whiskey.
I forget that people exist and and I am not the only one.
Then death takes my breath and fights to be alive.
Offers me a survivor fee, a little less expensive than JUSTICE.
If I could have got you sooner.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
A Trickle......
Poseidon had conquered my breath and put out my misery.
Only a moments time and Whiskey was violating my sent again.
It's too hard to know when to slow down when it comes to Dr. Pepper and Whiskey.
I forget that people exist and and I am not the only one.
Then death takes my breath and fights to be alive.
Offers me a survivor fee, a little less expensive than JUSTICE.
If I could have got you sooner.
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