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Apr 2020
unnaturally comfortable,

belly full of alcohol,

makes a sharp sword dull.

i prayed to make it through the night.

like the child i once was,

who used to.

i'm not looking for evasive lies,

or things i lived without.

i just want to see myself get out.
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charles  29/M
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