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Apr 2017
his head is spinning
maybe it was too much
finally
the cough syrup and the pills hit and he starts to forget
it’s for the best, perhaps
too smart for his own good
yeah, maybe the cuts don’t bleed anymore
but god knows the scars burn his skin
it’d be funny if it wasn’t so **** sad
he tries to save everyone
he can’t even save himself
honey
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honey  17/Non-binary
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