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Apr 2018
IX
Every minute. Every pill,
Every second, oh the thrill
of not knowing whether it is I,
or the bottle that will become empty first.
It is a shame only one can be filled again.
Elizabeth Oyibo
Written by
Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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