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May 2017
I open my eyes, where am I?
When did I get here?
The walls are high, there's no escaping.
No door or window, just simply sitting.
Is it possible to recover
From a disease that only I have the power to stop?
I cannot focus long enough to think, or feel around.
How do I get out?
I dropped myself here, and it’s on me to get out.
I need to sober up, and find a way to return to it.
I try, but I only scratch at the surface.
I cannot dig a hole to get out,
it will only bring be deeper.
What if I just gave up?
Monotone
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Monotone  22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA
(22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA)   
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