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Addicted to toxics, wings, rings of gold, love and white lies
Been through a lot, so I save my bottles simply because I always hear an echo when I'm alone and I tend to have better discussions with my bottles...

Addicted to noxious things, kings of hope, hugs and fine wine
Used a needle to hit the eye, went back and cut the edge just to live on the other side for a while with my bottles, like I am a modern day Aristotle...

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