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Sep 2018
The burn in my tummy
my liver is poisoned
my organs harden, like that of a mummy
and before the blackout my spirit takes one last look at my human body in disdain
"if only she knew through trials of sobriety, eventually she'd feel no pain"
drunken jester
Written by
Parris
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   Fawn
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