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Sep 2018
Why,
Mother
have you let go?
Unfurled you fingertips
from a life;
one, I never knew.

Your lack of life,
swallow,
sleep,
repeat.

Drowning in a sea
of white capsules
and little orange bottles.

I thought of drowning myself too.
Written by
Chloe W
358
   Dathan and Cor
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