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Apr 2012
That stroll around town was different this time
My hands were cold
my arms empty
I stumbled to nowhere
With my best friend
Brandy
Tight in my palm
I waked down to the water
that was the only thing bigger than me
And I sat there with my delusional imaginary friends
As my schizophrenia acted up
****** Brandy
The cold glass rim
tingled my lips
where yours once did
and then
I was gone
elle
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elle
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