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Dec 2018
lie down and shake,
dreaming pink lines erased,
i broke all my mirrors,
so i can't see my face.
sobriety is sickness,
the family curse,
chasing lost limbs,
i can't see that i'm worse.
i learned all of my options,
then i tore them all down.
but how can i win,
if i dont stick around?
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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