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Jul 2014
I can see him
Sitting in his ****** bed
With the frame missing
And his old dog
About to die laying down
Near the pillows.
He sits
With his struggle.
He opens his bottom drawer
And out he pulls
Two bottles of *****
A pipe
A pack of cigarettes
And old letters from his ex.
He looks at his phone,
Sees that I've messaged him.
He throws it all away.

*i promise I can save him
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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