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Jan 2014
An empty bottle sits next to me
and the thoughts keep getting worse
And worse
And worse
And worse

My lungs are getting weaker
There's not much left in me

I can barely breathe anymore
and I can hear your voice again
And again
And again
And again
Erin
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