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Aug 2014
we feel empty inside
so we stuff our faces with food
but we feel no better
so we keep stuffing our faces
and we feel thirsty for attention
so we drink bottles of whiskey
but we feel no better
so we keep drinking
we feel low so we get high
but we feel no better
so we keep climbing
Written by
Mikayla Lash  MN
(MN)   
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