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Nov 2015
Laying down,
beside a toilet,
feeling never ending pain.

My eyes are drifting closed,
but I still feel the buzz,
the alcohol running through my veins.

Why does this happen every night?
I thought that I could stop,
but it's a never ending cycle,
of laying beside a toilet,
with my hair pulled back,
and my heart smashed in half.
(i.s.)
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   Eiliv Advena
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