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Feb 2020
Call me the alcoholic
Pills to keep me less psychotic
Brain's lose I'm a need more screws in my head
What's going on with me? I must be going braind dead.
I'm a just go grab me another pill
Sip on something to chill
Why is the heartache so real?
Not ready to deal.
I'm a sit back
Another redbull no heart attack
**** time for a snack
Stomachs empty I should pack
Wait, I just wanna close my eyes for a moment
Grab something and tightly hold it
Tell me again I ain't worth ****
Tell me to just quit
Ready to isolate for a bit
Sadly that's just not how I visioned it
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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