I bet you thought you were clever
sneaking around with her
And sending me I love you letters
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See AllI lay in a hollowed room choking on emotions , alcohol pumping through my blood. Tonight I'm drunk but not because of the vodka burning my throat. Somehow I ended up back here in this place but the ro
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Just know she she sits alone on darkened Tuesday nights writing about broken things and I swear to god with my bare hands I'd try to mend that little heart, with anger being our blockade tonight I scr
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