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May 2019
sickness is to medication
as I am to my mother
one does not come without the other
and for all my
self-medication
every inhale I dragged
into my already
broken lungs
i told myself to repent
to a god i can’t relate
because after all
good catholics
believe that god is only watching  
when we tell him to
isn’t that right, Father?
Written by
Elle Rose  18/Cisgender Female/seattle
(18/Cisgender Female/seattle)   
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