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Oct 2018
Anxiety is trying me, bottles tend to bury me. What it is is what it means, my poor attempts at being free. Just know I struggle mentally, and being drunk is comforting, so cover me in company,

sobriety,

it hides from me.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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