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Feb 2010
When the drink takes hold I am pushed beyond the limits of my consciousness
It is a place where there doesn't seem to be a bottom
A place where all is dark and nothing grows
As I fall I there is nothing to slow my decent
Falling fast, but at the same time standing perfectly still

Every-time is the last
Right after this one which will erase the boundaries that keep my mind out of the deepest of dark places.
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   Melissa Taylor
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