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I was sitting on the bed; This alcoholic breath grabbed me, Rushed through my presence, then Lovingly abused me into addiction Of lies Of You Of metaphors of life.
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May 12, 2023
May 12, 2023 at 2:46 AM UTC
Truth Disappeared
I was sitting on the bed; This alcoholic breath grabbed me, Rushed through my presence, then Lovingly abused me into addiction Of lies Of You Of metaphors of life.
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25/F/Hungary
May 12, 2023
May 12, 2023 at 2:46 AM UTC
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