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Brightly
coloured leaves blanket the ground,
The dark
frosty night, nips at my skin.
To my friends
I am bound,
As we discuss
event..
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I can taste
recovery with my tongue,
The normality
is a treat.
I’m proud to
attempt this young,
No longer
I’ll obsess ..
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My fingers
carry sick,
My teeth �"
unbrushed and dry.
I dream of
one more lick.
Then my heart
begins to cry.
I ..
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Don’t you
wish to cry?
To cry, and
cry, and cry,
Until your
brain is dry,
But no longer
wish to die.
Tears are
therapeu..
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A burst of
death and colour,
As my mind
becomes duller.
My feet are
flooded with red,
And the next
few months, I begin to dread.
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That time of
year again,
Where food
consumes the streets.
No myth is my
strain,
To not digest
the sweets.
Wicked is my
mind..
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