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Nov 2019
A few years back
I lost myself
I became somebody who wasn't me
I did things I wasn't proud of
I had memories I did not need to think of
But every single day
I get reminded of it

Every single day
I see a headline
Of another girl that had gotten *****
Another victim of overdose
Another suicidal attempt
How do I know
That I'm not next?

- 04/21/19
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