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Sep 2018
Your addiction.
You think we don't notice but we do.
The empty bottles hidden in corners.
The slur in your voice.
The pain in your eyes.
Why are you doing this?
You are fine on the outside...
But what is inside making you **** yourself like this?
What demons are you trying to drink away....?
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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