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Aug 2020
Spinning:
Spiraling down isn't half as hellish as spinning upward
Knowing there's no oxygen when You get there
And if You make it, it's slow
Painfully slow, because there is no air.

Swallowing:
It goes down thick and stout like castor
Turning your stomach in shapes You've never felt
Accepting it is the toughest part
While You watch the person in the mirror melt
Nothing Hurts Anymore
Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
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       Chandler Rain, Ayesha, --- and iixiixixvii
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