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Jan 2019
No matter how many times I wash my hands, the stains are still there. No matter how much I try, I cannot silence the screams. I know I shouldn't have done it but it is to late to worry about that now. Inside my room that closes in on me every time I open my eyes. Just one drink too many, that is all it took. I walked away without a scratch, but two others lost their lives. The blood will not wash off of my hands no matter how much I try.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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