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Jul 2017
So the words came to a close
and my lips stopped moving.
I felt an impending doom,
another relapse looming.
I sat motionless
at the end of the bed
with a sharp thought
and my hands to my head.
There is nothing left to do.
Written by
Wyatt  21/M/South Carolina
(21/M/South Carolina)   
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