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Jan 2020
All I wanted to do
Was
Help your intoxication
Your bleeding hands
You grasped your
Long nails
Around my throat
Strangled me
Your grip harsh
Kicked me
Punched me
My face sore
I tried to get you
Home safe
You were too
Vulnerable but  
Strong enough to
Fight back

This is alcohol

- VI -
22/01/20
Written by
Veronica Ingram  18/F/London
(18/F/London)   
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