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Jan 2020
Another late night
Swallow a pill
Welcome bitter to the back of your throat.
Wait there and sit tight
Forget you're ill.

Take another
Then another
Then wonder
when you'll overdose.

It's nights like these you'll remember most.


Hide under your hood
Live between nights
Unsure whether you will meet the morning.
Unsure if you should
Would it be right?
Isabella Howard
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Isabella Howard  20/F
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