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May 2016
Take away the pills, I have more.
Oh im not good enough?
Just look at my sister, flithy *****.

So iv developed a few new habits,
Poppin pills, and alcohol. Might as well start lookin for caskets.

They think I do this to numb the pain,
What they dont know is im tryin to remember what it feels like...
Kissing her in the rain.

Last thing I saw before I was tied to this hospital bed, was the last drop of jim beam and the tree branch next to my head.

It's 3 a.m. And I just want to sleep,
Grasping for my pills
These rope burns hurt my feet.

Drugged out prince is what they call me
More like broke loser
Begging to be set free...
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
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