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Jun 2013
I cut my hair.
I was sick of myself,
Burning in my own flesh.
I only left the back long.
For rough nights with *****,
Tequila,
Beer,
And him.
I cut my wrists.
Still sick of myself.
Still burning.
But this time,
I left him nothing,
But rough nights with beer,
Tequila,
And bar *****.
Anna
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