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Apr 2020
i promise to be sick,

i'll hurt every day,

many words ill never say,

my soul, a god will never save.

shivering i say I'm brave,

im naught,

a fool,

my only tool is a glass bottle.

managing my heart,

accelerate, i lacerate,

slower, arrested.

i just miss the way my life was.

before i wrote this.
Written by
charles  29/M
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