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I have half assed memories of mostly slurred words, tempting me with the curious thought: how strange is it that our biggest fears are centered largely around others. How ironic. The sober neglect this, But In whisky kissed souls these truths cling deep.
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Drunken thoughts
I have half assed memories of mostly slurred words, tempting me with the curious thought: how strange is it that our biggest fears are centered largely around others. How ironic. The sober neglect this, But In whisky kissed souls these truths cling deep.
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
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