remember the day
when e v e r y t h i n g
fell apart?
i watched you walk away,
the day you broke my heart.
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Drunk Girls Don't Cry
PoesiaI'd rather drown myself in shots of tequila and glasses of wine than pick up the phone and say 'hey baby, I'm not fine.'
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remember the day
when e v e r y t h i n g
fell apart?
i watched you walk away,
the day you broke my heart.
