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I'm only tripped out by the thought of you and burning by the feeling of your hands on my hips but the sad thing is when i'm sober the high goes away and reality hits
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
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I'm only tripped out by the thought of you and burning by the feeling of your hands on my hips but the sad thing is when i'm sober the high goes away and reality hits
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
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