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I'll spend my night self loathing--over this glass of wine I always end up like this, every night But in the morning, I'm fine.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Same glass. Different night.
I'll spend my night self loathing--over this glass of wine I always end up like this, every night But in the morning, I'm fine.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
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