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Oct 2016
Halfway through my binge.
I'm breathing steady.
One more day and I can remember how.
It'll be habit.
I'll get through this.
My eyelids are so heavy.
I've mixed so much together.
I won't dream tonight.
That'll help
Dreams are for the whole, the innocent.
Those capable.
With potential.
One more day.
To fill the hole.
His Gweniverre
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   Mike Adam
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