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Jun 2015
You sit there numb and nervous from unnecessary narcotics,
losing feeling of your body yet you move like you're on fire.
With each violent twitch comes a more comfortable comatose.
Letters jumbled,
you type as you are speaking,
Behind a dimly lit phone screen I watch you slip away.
About an old friend that I lost to a drug addiction
Willow Hadleigh
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Willow Hadleigh  California
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