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Aug 2021
I'm on my worn out bar stool
drinking one Depth Charge
after another hoping to die
tonight. I can't stop waking
without remorse in sunlight.
My liver keeps betraying me.
I hate guns and poisons and blood and swallowing pills.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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