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Apr 2019
You
reach
for
more,
as inside
of you is
a war. You
know you should
stop, but you simply
c   a   n   n   o   t   .
You take the needle,
and what's inside of it
is lethal. Your hand is
s   h  a   k  i   n  g   ,
you know you shouldn't be
taking. But you just can't wait
for that sensation, one that is beyond
explanation. You push it in, into your vein
and through your skin. You sit back,
relax and pray that someone
will find you before
it's too
late.
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  16/F/Playing the piano...
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