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Feb 2018
I can hear them again,
I can hear the voice.
They are calling me out,
To make the choice.

They want me to start,
To use again.
They telling me to end,
End all the pain.

I know this numbing high,
The brown slop.
I know they are right,
It makes it stop.

They are screaming listen,
Listen.
The voices are back, the demons the ones who tell me to do things.
Joshua Michael
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Joshua Michael  22/M/South Africa/Bangkok
(22/M/South Africa/Bangkok)   
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