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Mar 2018
i hate drinking
i say and keep repeating it
and keep meaning it
because i hate it
im not in the wrong here
its just the timing
that unholy hour and the weather
my heart with the holes
home for the worms
that made it their place
safe space
sometimes you just gotta drink
because if you don't the worms will come out
and you will feel a terrible itch
your mouth will slowly drop at the corners
and without realizing
fire thoughts will start shooting
and will **** your mom
my head is burning
Evie
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Evie  25/F
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