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a mile past the last street light an empty night full of passing trucks i don't remember walking this far but i don't remember where the black eye or the bottle of whiskey came from either he must have hit like a ***** whoever he was because the bottles empty and i still don't feel a thing just the way i like it
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
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a mile past the last street light an empty night full of passing trucks i don't remember walking this far but i don't remember where the black eye or the bottle of whiskey came from either he must have hit like a ***** whoever he was because the bottles empty and i still don't feel a thing just the way i like it
john-douglas
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
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