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Apr 2014
Veins running alcohol through my body,

                 My lungs full of smoke,

      Giving me a high to last a lifetime,

                               Pills coursing down my throat,
Into my stomach they go,

          It may sound gross but at least in that moment,

                                                               I felt some sort of happiness.
Courtney McCauley
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Courtney McCauley  Washington
(Washington)   
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