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Feb 10
you cried like,
the sorrow lasts till morrow,
you consumed,
beer so you could cheer,
your addiction,
it helps you run away at the moment,
but brings no solution,
except for one, illness.
Written by
Kavitha Manimaharan  24/Bigender/Malaysia
   Fawn and Mark
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