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Jul 2018
The anxiety is like a hunger,
But in your heart,
But no matter how much you jam in,
The amount you cry or punch ****,
All you can do its numb the ache,
You see your friends everyday just to distract from feeling anything,
Drugs and alcohol arent the answer and you know that,
But its a pause button,
A brief moment free of fear,
Then it's over,
And its back,
Back waiting to bite a bullet you know is coming,
It's four days till I bleed out,
Four days till she presses resume,
And hunger becomes starvation.
Written by
William
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