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Laying down, beside a toilet, feeling never ending pain. My eyes are drifting closed, but I still feel the buzz, the alcohol running through my veins. Why does this happen every night? I thought that I could stop, but it's a never ending cycle, of laying beside a toilet, with my hair pulled back, and my heart smashed in half. (i.s.)
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Buzz
Laying down, beside a toilet, feeling never ending pain. My eyes are drifting closed, but I still feel the buzz, the alcohol running through my veins. Why does this happen every night? I thought that I could stop, but it's a never ending cycle, of laying beside a toilet, with my hair pulled back, and my heart smashed in half. (i.s.)
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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