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Mar 2017
Quick, while I can still think.
Please some one help me?

I think I need a drink.

My knuckles are bleeding,
My anger receading,

I wake up in a sweat,
my room is a mess.

What have I done?
There's too many regrets.
G Valentine
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G Valentine  22/F/Indiana
(22/F/Indiana)   
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