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Aug 2020
A sip or two
My hand empty now
But not washed of the pain I feel
To live another breath
Is to drink more poison
It slowly kills me
Written by
Fry  20/M
(20/M)   
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     ---, atticus wilson, Zoi Ardens, --- and Imran Islam
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