March 23, 2017
By allie_pin GOLD, Dubuque, Iowa
allie_pin GOLD, Dubuque, Iowa
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She drowns her troubles in liquid that's clear
Her tears are vodka. They numb all her fear
She lets it all out around thrice a year
And in these moments her death feels so near
She can't suppress those thoughts on her mind
When that time comes around; when life isn't kind
Her head gets dizzy. Then numb. Then fine.
And the cycle repeats, time after time

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