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Feb 2018
This temporary emptiness
feels equivalent to a million wine glasses.

You're fragile, drunk, and dying.
That's a lot of alcohol.
Haley Elizabeth
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Haley Elizabeth  20/F/In my head
(20/F/In my head)   
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