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Jun 2018
It's been so long since we've been here.
You've been clean for months.
You faught against your fear,
But now you've had too much.

A syringe filled with syllables.
A sharp tongue is your needle.
Tie your mind off steady.
Inject your prose with hate.

Don't let this control you.
Don't let this consume.
All of this is temporary,
I trust you'll seen this soon.
Michael
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Michael  25/M
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