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Jul 2018
Drinking my blood,
                                 feasting upon my flesh,
                                draining me of who I am.

                                Stripped of all I'm worth,
                                 thrown away like trash,
                                 dried up like a old raisin.

                             I'm still looking for a drop of wine.

                             Still looking for a sense of self.
Written by
Logan
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