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Jun 2022
Until you hate me,

you'll love me.

Liquor, and love lost.
Left.
Leaving.

Right?

Everyone leaves,
no one is left.
What's right?

What's
wrong?


What's
write?
I'll be your fondest memories,
you'll be my greatest regret.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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