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Feb 2019
Years ago, now
Clean as a whistle
Sober as a Mormon
You poured into me

My head spun
My hands shook
My heart raced
My whole world melted

I stopped you
Because I was afraid
Of overdosing
And dying beneath you
Written by
Cydney Something  32/F/Portland, OR
(32/F/Portland, OR)   
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