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Dec 2020
I purge sans binge
I ***** scars onto everyone around me.
My guilt: a summation.
Now, if I could only figure out why
I keep sticking fingers down my throat.
Written by
RMatheson  Beating tired bones
(Beating tired bones)   
   Monique Matheson
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