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Aug 2016
It's 2:38 AM, I stumble and stagger
wine bottles, smashed across my kitchen counter
cigarettes burn my couches.... I don't give a ****......

The sounds of Radiohead and Nirvana, blasting in the background
syringes sticking out of my arms
I scream your name....

silence....
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
(Chicago, Illinois)   
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