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Jul 2019
i'd rather die,
than hold another drink again.
i lost myself,
i've lost my friends.
my family's love, i still ignore,
but still it knows no end.

to whom it may concern,
i'm more than this,
and all my faults.
it's hard to stand,
i often fall.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
86
     Mackongo and BLT
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