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Nov 2013
I can,
wake up all by myself
clear the dust from my eyes
sometimes,

sometimes

I can,
pull the bottle down
and swallow the tiniest of pills
sometimes,

sometimes

But other times,
I can't wake up
or pull my head up for air

Instead I lay lifeless
and suffocate under the weight
of my comforter and my strangling sadness
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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