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Mar 2015
She sat with an open bottle of society.
Her cuts were deeper than her reality..
Her drugs were cheaper than the help she needed.
A world of hurt, her arms are bleeding.
Her eyes are leaking
She is internally screaming.
Welcome to the world of the Overdose of a Teenage Ghost
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