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159 · Feb 2016
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Scar Feb 2016
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I can't believe you died

You drank all of that whiskey
And your head fell off
And you died
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130 · Jun 2015
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Scar Jun 2015
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I miss my friends
So ******* much
That I feel sick

When will we fix ourselves
Patch our rips together with craft beers and pink wines

Tell me it's not too late
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