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Mar 2018
A bottle in your hand,
Slurring, shouting, and sobbing as loud as a band.
Making scenes, and dramatic land.
Spending and losing over a grand.
Putting your whole life into the bottle, never gave a minute towards the sand.
Pick it up, watch it run through your hand.
A fool you make yourself, squinting all you can.
Never understood why you thought that fear made you a man.
Sienna
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Sienna  F/Past
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       Cynthia Medeiros, Dev and APriCoT
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