the cost (brad)

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By broken&bruised_only.used •

one drunken night could change it all the differance between our rise and fall with alcohol and the thoought in our heads that right and wrong does not apply we did what we did then felt the need to lie did you reallie mean anything you said i held your hand as we started talking we walked down this path together not knowing where it led. now we're here and friendships are lost was one drunken night worth it the price was so high and now we've paid the cost.

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