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Apr 2016
a beautiful illusion of happiness harshly burns at my throat & lungs

I found it at the bottom of a ***** bottle and among the ash and smoke of the burned green

loneliness digs the hole inside me deeper and deeper until I trip and fall into it

gripping to reality by the blade in my thigh

how did I get here
jos
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jos  22/F/florida
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