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Apr 2014
a relapse
is like reheating coffee on the stove
hoping it tastes so stale
you won't want to drink it anymore

but even then, I
will pour it on my skin and
hate myself for days.
Sarina
Written by
Sarina  forests
(forests)   
756
   ---, ---, JM and jude rigor
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