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Dec 2011
I woke up on the bus today.
for the first time in two months
I actually felt awake, alive, atlast.

So my little orange bottle plummets
from my third story window, into the
gutter, and out of my head.

I'll face my problems myself, thanks.
starting with this poem.
ending with this person.
Chris Ott
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