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Aug 2020
Twelve hours between each dose
I count out
Twelve and hold them in my hand
Small pills I call tic tacs
Twelve of them I could take all at once
Maybe then this nightmare would end
Maybe then I'd be held by you at
Twelve pm
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Fry  20/M
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