July
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I drink alot of whine when I am alone. I loose my track of time, my ideas turn to stone. I pretend I'm sad, that I'm stoll so small. But I'm not upset if I fall on my knees and beg like a dog. I've reached a low, don't you know, you're the apple of my eye.
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