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alas, my time here is done Ive spent too many dire hours sitting here getting drunkenly wasted on cheap whiskey you labeled as your love alas, I can make choices in sobriety my distorted visions can soon be replaced with fixated reality alas, lone in my bed I may heal the headache and the heartache of the tasteful words, the lips of the bottle had said.
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
dead done love
alas, my time here is done Ive spent too many dire hours sitting here getting drunkenly wasted on cheap whiskey you labeled as your love alas, I can make choices in sobriety my distorted visions can soon be replaced with fixated reality alas, lone in my bed I may heal the headache and the heartache of the tasteful words, the lips of the bottle had said.
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
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