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May 2014
The greatest loss is not of our own lives.

You understand nothing.
You watch everything
Fade past
With denial
On your mind
Pity on your wrist
And a stupid smile
Cloaked with alcohol
And the pills
That spill from
Your clenched palm

It’s not okay
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   Juliet Escobar, ---, Pamela Rae and ---
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