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Believe in me As I you Find as our youth Detaches further It hurts I go hard in the club Double whiskey, that's my drink I'll meet you in the bathroom Wash my mouth in a ***** sink Bus home, charging Love's busted energies Where the days old dishes drip with sludge and collect a days old stink Wrap my head for the pain to come Sleep ******* thumb, dreading The numbers will repeat And replete with melancholy Accept the pattern will repeat Believe in me As I you Find as our youth Detaches further It hurts
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
Blank White Space: "Slaughter's House"