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Jun 2018
i write it out on paper
But it's not
Okay
I call I call I call
But there is no answer

I am waiting for the day
I lose myself
Completely

I know it's coming
It looms over my shoulder
Whispering ***** sins into my ears
telling me that
I am worthless

I wish you would pick up the phone
I wish I wasn't a drug addict
I wish I wasn't a ****** person

I need peace
where is my mind?
Anna
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Anna  24/F
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