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Oct 23
i am worth less
than dope
i cannot comfort
like an addiction can
i want to purge my skin
from these,
-my bones
throw my head
against a wall
my hand through
a window
why is five minutes of silence
-too much to ask for
sertraline
for me?
to be shoved down
-my throat
like a ratty cloth
down a pipe
an effort to silence
-me, my thoughts, and i
Shadow Fowler
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Shadow Fowler  29/F/Bluefield, WV
(29/F/Bluefield, WV)   
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