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May 2023
I was sitting on the bed;
This alcoholic breath grabbed me,
Rushed through my presence, then
Lovingly abused me into addiction
Of lies
Of You
Of metaphors of life.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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