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Jul 2017
lucky cigarettes don’t work anymore
and now i’m back to being drunk daily
just like how i was when he met me.
alone i revert back to bad habits
that will soon be more than just side projects.
beer won’t do its job anymore and i’ll be
back to whiskey but i swore i wouldn’t do xanax anymore.

i carved a heart into my arm
because i could hear him singing along.
i look at it and smile as it made me feel.
he made me feel less alone and desperate
and now i’m a loose cannon and a drug machine.
i can’t remember the last time i was sober.

i’m never going to stop missing him.
i might get better but it won’t be soon.
i’ll be dead by twenty five if i don’t
end up in residential.
i was in love and now he’s gone
and i’m completely drunk.
Written by
Dakota  20/Non-binary/Maryland
(20/Non-binary/Maryland)   
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     -A-, Francie Lynch and Madeon
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