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Jan 2015
I'll be seeing all my friends tonight,
The ones I thought left me behind.
Nothing makes me feel secure,
Like I did with them at my side.

Its been nearly two years,
Seven hundred and thirty days,
Countless needles shed,
And infinite milligrams consumed.

I just hope tonight,
No one asks me how I'm doing.
I don't know if I can lie away this time.
Aaron Reisinger
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