When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Saturday, June 30, 2012
lost.
i never knew you
could drown
on land,
but i can’t
seem to fill my lungs
with enough air.
i know i can’t run
from Myself, but
i think i’m willing
to try.
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