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Aug 2013
I divide what's left of you
into small portions
I want you to last as long
as possible
I swallow a little bit
like a pill when its bad
When I really need it
It cures everything
but only temporarily
By morning you're usually gone,
It's usually gone
And then the headache sets in
My stomach turns
My eyes water
And the days fade into one an other
I once wore you like an IV
You were constantly
pumping your life into me
You fell away
And left me with
this painful dependency
And no real fix
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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