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At least I'm here, At least I'm writing, And feeling full. At least this sustenance, This painful brew, Nourishes me. At least I boil and then drink the thorns And feel no sting Of sadness in my throat Anymore
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
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At least I'm here, At least I'm writing, And feeling full. At least this sustenance, This painful brew, Nourishes me. At least I boil and then drink the thorns And feel no sting Of sadness in my throat Anymore
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
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