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Oct 2017
It's becoming early
Not quite sunrise
But the stars will fade
With her high
Into a long drag
From a cheap cigarette
Back into sober
When she will realize
That her sadness
And her problems
Never went away , but were only masked
By the nonexistent taste of acid
The sour taste of molly
And the sting of whiskey
Running down her throat
Then back up with the coughs of blood
UNiTY
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