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Nov 2019
couch locked
my teeth are feeling rotted
and i’m sick of all the nothing on your face

katie tried to find a dentist
but i can’t stand the taste of metal

my gums bleed while we drink boxed wine

i want the night to stick around

so i don’t have to keep finding new sounds

that i like

i’ll just end up sleeping all day

trying to avoid the pain

it’s been almost a year

things still feel the same
Written by
Aubree Groves  21/F
(21/F)   
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