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Dec 2015
It’s almost November,
and last November
I was drowning in soft sobs
with tear stained cheeks
on the bathroom floor
reaching for a pill bottle
so I could possibly alleviate the pain
I felt in my chest,
hoping and praying for better days,
well it’s getting bad again,
and it’s almost November.
Written by
Sydney Dodson
255
   NV and mickey finn
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