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Jan 2019
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It’s as if misery is a drug to me.
It’s like I need it to exist.
One outlet leaves me,
And I fill it with another.
Anything to keep me in this state.
Ranita
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Ranita  29/F/Florida
(29/F/Florida)   
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     Ranita and Sage
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