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Apr 2021
I hate the way I woke up,
hungover,
and all alone, again.
I hate the loneliness and
I understand why I am
every time I see my
reflection in the toilet water
throwing up last night's bottle of gin.
I hate the way I waste the day
and do it all over again that night.
I hate this cycle that I
cannot break.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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