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Mar 2015
i couldn't tell you when
i last smiled and i have
no clue when i laughed
genuinely but i can tell
you about all the nights
i held the pills in my
hand, ready to swallow
every last one and i can
remember exactly how
it felt to know i'm not
even strong enough
to finally set myself
free
Aspen
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Aspen
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