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Aug 2018
Fourteen killers
Dressed in all white
Should’ve sent me to my death
But I lay here still
With breath
No appetite no sleep
Depression is written all over me
Hear the pills bottle
Calling me
ibuprofen was my ******’s name
Somehow she didn’t do a **** thing
But put me hallucination place
So I can forever feel this pain
Jamiela Washington
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Jamiela Washington  20/F/South Carolina
(20/F/South Carolina)   
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