Four Months Past

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Four months past.
Life is clear as diamonds.
Liquid Novocain strips you.
Mind, morals, and reputation.
Stumbling for years.
Not able to regain balance.
Cold steel gripping my wrists.
My stomach in knots for weeks to come.
Memories tattooed in my brain.
Thinking, never again.





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