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Jun 2015
No swallow of a prescribed pill,
no inhale of sickly sweet nicotine,
no drowned shot glass,
will make me forget the pain that latched its way onto my skin
when you left without a warning.
AJ
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AJ  23/F/GR, Michigan
(23/F/GR, Michigan)   
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   Gavin Barnard
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