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Sep 2013
Walking in the woods praying                                                                                                      
to the heavens above for a clear mind,                                                                                  
some spirit. Glass pierces skin, rush                                                                                          
of blood. Euphoria.                                                                                                                  
The body is numb. Mind is sharp,                                                                                  
shattered. Rubbing alcohol for the wound                                                                            
and a shot of whiskey to send him to sleep.
Written by
Ashley Centers
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