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Jan 2018
I drowned myself in a bottle of *****
so I could feel, or not to feel
There are eleven cigarette butts in the trash
so now my room reeks like smoke
It's still better than the smell of blood
Though my brother wasn't too happy
that I stole all his liquor,
he still thinks that the stains in my sheets
are better than the deep red ever was
Even if they're *****
I'm not sure if I agree
Wind
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Wind  17/F/Finland
(17/F/Finland)   
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     Seema and Gale L Mccoy
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