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Jan 2021
i cant afford the therapy i need
so i take another drag
of stolen cigarettes and lips
that have no business near
my sharp tongue.
last year felt like you and i
were the only 2 alive.
this year i wish i could die
on command
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nish  F/between consciousness
(F/between consciousness)   
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