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Mar 2018
I found myself
At the end of a bottle
It's been three months
Reluctant solemn months

I said it would be six
I lied
I am weak
The bottle is my best friend

I woke up thirsty
It was a short night
I wanted it to be short
So I found myself
At the end of a bottle
Written by
Millie
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