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Apr 2015
Alcohol. It's a poison. With every sip I take I hope it doesn't **** me. Last night I was crying because it hurt so much. I don't know if I should blame the alcohol or myself. I let myself pour my heart out on the side of the road and I don't like when I do that because then they know. I succumb my true feelings so often that I hit this point where I just burst, like a balloon with too much air. I tell someone everything I've never said and it's scary. I don't like people knowing.
Madalyn
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Madalyn  USA
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   Margaret B
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