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221 · Jan 2018
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SeaChel Jan 2018
When I'm sober, I am completely apathetic,
yet one single drop of alcohol in me
and I start to miss everything we had.
215 · Nov 2017
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SeaChel Nov 2017
Darkness grows
consuming the light meant for
the garden within my soul.
The flowers wilt
the grasses wither.
Their life slowly leaves them
as does mine.
Older poem I wrote in 2013 that I'm bringing back.  It's been feeling relevant again.

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