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Jul 2015
My throat hurts from swallowing in those hurtful words
Those words that I try not to affect me
As I put the bottle against my lips and my voice becomes slurred.
As I stare at the annoyingly white ceiling that has somehow managed to become my best friend
I try to smash the **** out of it
As I know it won't take long for it to mend.
I'm such a ***** but I don't give a ****
I'll **** my life up
I live to take the mess and the hit.
I have emotions that people can easily break through
If you were to look at me
You could tell from any angle of view.
I'm just a girl who feels to much feelings
I want them to go away
And the time I have left won't be enough for healing.
So as I pour the alcohol and take the last shot
It feels as if I'm really going to die
But I'm ready to untangle myself from this naught.
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Abigail Matamaki
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Abigail Matamaki  Melbourne
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