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Jan 2015
Every time a dealer offers me a pill ,I fight it.
I fight the urge to be happy.
I dont deserve relief.
I deserve to suffer.
Alone and sober.
Philip J Fry
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Philip J Fry  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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