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Nov 2017
there's a pit in my stomach, a bottomless hole
where the sadness i swallow goes down to my soul,
where it sings the blues and wears grey hues,
and eats up the bad thoughts until it is full.
Eppie
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Eppie  22/F/California
(22/F/California)   
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     Glassmuncher, Lauren Biggs and nivek
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