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Dec 2012
Can you classify my recent week as a binge week?
The burn makes its frequent returns down my throat
Holiday savings all thrown into the bottle
"Go to sleep, Lauren"
Sleep, where he returns
Where he kisses me ever so softly, and lays my back on his bed
Blacking out is more comforting
No dreams
No memories
Only the morning regret
Burnout
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