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FuckEmily

Updated: Mon, 18 Nov 2019 03:20 am

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I’m just a fucked up individual

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One shot, two shots, three shots four. How many till I hit the floor. So drunk I can hardly stand up But don’t worry, he’ll catch me And pour another cup. Alone and drunk you say You’re a slut, you’re a whore You were probably asking for more. Twirling around Down Down Down I hear only one sound. Please stop, I was begging It felt so surreal. How the hell did I wind up here? Exposed, alone, and violated One of my worst fears All cause I had one too many beers

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