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January 26, 2016 9:58am She had bones of coil bending and twisting through lies drinking to forget each night. This sure isn't the first time always *** into a rut. She's got eyes like the bottle, empty, but filled with sorrow. Her head is heavy, chest is hollow since liquor never helps tomorrow. -newportsmooths h.g.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Ultimate Downfall
January 26, 2016 9:58am She had bones of coil bending and twisting through lies drinking to forget each night. This sure isn't the first time always *** into a rut. She's got eyes like the bottle, empty, but filled with sorrow. Her head is heavy, chest is hollow since liquor never helps tomorrow. -newportsmooths h.g.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
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