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Feb 2018
My fear induced sweat
Smells like malt liquor.
I hide in something sickly sweet
I got from Smile Gas.
It makes sense.
I rinse away
the evil I feel.
The world poured so much in.
It pours,
so I have to.
Been looking at my motivations for drinking lately after doing some regrettable things. Thinking about my next steps from here.
Written by
Brittney T  23/F/VA
(23/F/VA)   
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