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Apr 2018
TheΒ Β person I once knew has walked away from the mirror
Leaving me to dwell upon past memories
Past regrets
I'm drowning inside of a liqour bottle
Fallin into a deep depression I'm not sure I can win
From time to time
Another man comes to the mirror
It's me with new memories and regrets
The cycle continues every second
Every breath
Every breath
Written by
Logan Pete  22/M
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