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Aug 2018
I'm crying inside.
Sitting on the Saturday service,
listening about God's love and planning to get drunk in the evening.
The high of this world is too big to fight with it.
I don't know what is right or wrong anymore.
God help me.
It's between being me and being someone who I don't recognize anymore.
Written by
Zoe G  19/F
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