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Sep 2018
I know it’s not healthy
The crying
The drinking
The drugs
The oversleeping
Everyday
Since he left
But I need a replacement for him
He was sun
He was my high
He was my drink
He was my love.
And now he’s gone.
Abigail Night
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Abigail Night  18/F/LOST
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