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You coward with your false pride. Choosing words to hurt and smiling smugly. It is not brave to try to fight who you call a friend. It is not wise to divide the room with "you idiot". Drunk minds quickly breed hardened fists. I love you brother but you can't pick a fight with some brawlers. The night didn't call me last night Her whisper fell silent and cold.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
A night is only a drunkard's day.
You coward with your false pride. Choosing words to hurt and smiling smugly. It is not brave to try to fight who you call a friend. It is not wise to divide the room with "you idiot". Drunk minds quickly breed hardened fists. I love you brother but you can't pick a fight with some brawlers. The night didn't call me last night Her whisper fell silent and cold.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
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