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Apr 2019
With every pill i take
And with every bottle i drink
Liquor by the lakes
My bodies shutting down
Slowly but surely
Death is for where im bound
To be 6 feet under the ground
Laying in my bed,
Dead
Only to be found
Pills in my hand
Bills on my desk
Empty bottles laying around
Now i take this eternal rest
With no one around
I took pills my the mounds
I drank bottles by the rounds
But still no regrets to be found
If I got another chance
Iā€™d still make every mistake
The Bottles made me dance
The Pills put me in a trance
An emancipation from sobriety
The **** of society
Kumar
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Kumar  21/M/Portland
(21/M/Portland)   
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