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Sometimes I feel small and alone Intoxication will beckon me home Only find there is nobody there An empty glass and emptier chair Maybe if I had not treated them so bad Loved ones I would HAVE Instead of HAD
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Empty Glass.. Emptier Chair
Sometimes I feel small and alone Intoxication will beckon me home Only find there is nobody there An empty glass and emptier chair Maybe if I had not treated them so bad Loved ones I would HAVE Instead of HAD
AmandaKayBurke
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30/F/Alaska
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
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