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although the alcohol ridden you of your lungs, their will always be a part of me that hopes you breath for the first time in your life.
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The bitter taste of being Empty
Poetrya book full of excerpts that will make you feel something! "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?" - CLARIFICATION * just...
dear dad...
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although the alcohol ridden you of your lungs, their will always be a part of me that hopes you breath for the first time in your life.
