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Jun 2014
Perhaps it was cowardice
that made me this brave.

I’m addicted to it now;
to courage in its liquid form.

The dry drag of depression
salts my tongue with sand.
My hands tremble in fear
when my teeth can’t clatter
around the hard A in alcohol.
So I drink my fill of courage.

Perhaps it is cowardice
that keeps me this brave.
Chloe
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Chloe  25/Cisgender Female
(25/Cisgender Female)   
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