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Mar 2021
This bath is not only filled with the tears of my eyes, for I sit in a cocktail of tears and blood. What once was a Shirley Temple shared with friends at the bar, now becomes my grotesque form of release.
And honey, Iā€™m thirsty. :p
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Sam
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