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Jul 2016
Often, I stare at the ocean,
Over the railing of my ship.
And I think how easy it would be
To swim till my lungs fill with water.
But instead I fill my lungs with smoke
And I tried for years
To poison the things inside of me
With bottle after bottle.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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   Jamadhi Verse
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