Give Me Love - Phan
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Complete Mon, Jan 12, 201522m
I was going insane, spending weeks watching a blank television, drinking beer as if a bottled liquid would fill my empty heart or numb the seemingly constant feeling of regret, each swig failing to reduce the queasy mess that grew inside my stomach as I had hoped it would.
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