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May 2016
I exchange my pain for needles
The needles may burn but the pain, it's like fire
Spreading through my veins until I can't fight anymore
The needles help, like water
The drugs spread and sooth me
Like a river flowing over dry, cracked land.
I exchange my pain for needles
I'm not afraid anymore
Emily Joyce
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Emily Joyce  21/F/Maine
(21/F/Maine)   
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