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Nov 2019
Sitting on my bed smoking and drinking
my habits are lost in translation
since I was a child I’ve been doing the same thing
It’s not like I’m not happy
or that I don’t love the life I live now
but I know I haven’t been living right
so somehow I’m going to give in
After two abusive relationships, I’m coming back to art, to writing, to life.
Written by
RC  California
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