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Music drowning out the int rusivethoughts He brings me my medicine with an open hand To take it or n ot; to feel better or not Shove it down my throat with a smile *** I'll feel better in a while, I'll be better Maybe later **
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
Bottle of Red Chilean Wine and a Typewriter 3am
Music drowning out the int rusivethoughts He brings me my medicine with an open hand To take it or n ot; to feel better or not Shove it down my throat with a smile *** I'll feel better in a while, I'll be better Maybe later **
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26/F/Canadian
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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