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Dec 2012
a handfull of pills
a needle to the arm
that cuts
like the sound of your voice.
oh give me the drugs
and save me from the harm
that days bring
give me the dream
give me the euphoria
so i can run
after something that seems tangible
give me the darkness
the ruin
and the excuse
for you to hear that i am no longer the person that used to be.




give me a reason
to get
the ****
out of
my bed
at dawn.
-notes from a depressed alcoholic that now desires change
Written by
Moris
673
   Katlyn Orthman and victoria
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