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Aug 2017
I don't know
which way to go.
I'm blinded by
the tears in my eyes,
and numb
to the way I feel inside,
but baby,
at least the bottle's dry.
Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
(22/F/Nomad)   
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