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May 2019
I thought I was clean,
After 5 months no drugs and alcohol.
I thought I was safe,
After six months of not hurting myself.
Guess I was wrong.
Whatever.
A poem every day.
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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