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Jul 2014
in a
gas station
in santa barbara

you can think and
wonder
about the world

in a house,
on a mountain you can
down
a bottle of pills

in an
apartment in
any city, any state
you can
chase beer with
wine
and follow with a chaser of
scotch and *****

in any
country in this
godforsaken world, you can
slit your wrists and
hope to bleed to
death.

and it won't make a difference.
very old. like, less than 6 months after my overdose old. almost 3 years old, i guess.
Sophie Grey
Written by
Sophie Grey  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   alxndra and Awesome Annie
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