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I never really got over Sharon I don't know how to I can't move on from the past too Not until I see Sharon As I look back to what once was was I drunk or was I high? high off my own supply it seems Seems to me I was both Both drunk and high High enough to make the fall deadly Deadly enough to snap me back to my senses The bitter taste of regret sticks to me like dirt The memories we made mock me The transition from friends to foes has me in a chokehold But don't worry, I'll heal When I do, please don't remind of Sharon Is it over yet you may ask I guess you'll have to peep through the looking glass
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 4:05 AM UTC
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I never really got over Sharon I don't know how to I can't move on from the past too Not until I see Sharon As I look back to what once was was I drunk or was I high? high off my own supply it seems Seems to me I was both Both drunk and high High enough to make the fall deadly Deadly enough to snap me back to my senses The bitter taste of regret sticks to me like dirt The memories we made mock me The transition from friends to foes has me in a chokehold But don't worry, I'll heal When I do, please don't remind of Sharon Is it over yet you may ask I guess you'll have to peep through the looking glass
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Jan 23, 2026 at 4:05 AM UTC
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