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Dec 2019
too lost to call me yours,
my soul has sunken to the earth,
wide awake, my wheels turn.
with nicotine and alcohol,
without the two, i'll surely fall.
sobriety was idolized,
i made a life composed of lies,
of hard goodbyes,
and 'i'll be fines'.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
66
     --- and BLT
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