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Oct 2016
She smokes cigarettes outside in the dark
She likes the way it feels knowing the smoke is deadly
Her pale face and sunken grey eyes, drug induced state
She doesn't try anymore, and
Her hoodie isn't thick enough to warm her skin,
Growing ever colder
But I've pushed her so far down that she is gone now, and hopefully forever.
A poem about who I could have let myself become, but didn't.
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