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Oct 2015
Alcohol lingers on
my breath
as I hide
my hands in
my sweater.
I chew on
what were once
delicate lips
but are now
dry and often
bleed.
I am covered
in these
bad habits
that have become
too hard
to hide.

-O.B
Oliver Rae Calvin
Written by
Oliver Rae Calvin  17/FTM
(17/FTM)   
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