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Oct 2015
Cigarette smoke burns my throat
And the alcohol numbs my blood
but when I pick my razor up
I start slicing till I'm gone.
And when I'm tired
And when I'm done
I won't feel
A single one
Sara Jones
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Sara Jones  26/F/Baton Rouge, Louisiana
(26/F/Baton Rouge, Louisiana)   
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