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Self-Medicate.1/10/2020 1 oz shots of vodka make me numb
to desires unfulfilled and a house that's not a home self-medicate to escape self-medicate to meditate self-medicate to ease self-medicate to sleep 8 oz. glasses of wine make me tingle when I want my toes curled but no lips to press against mine going against the grain of time the box of safety the lust that takes me the voices that shame me I self-medicate. self-medicate to escape self-medicate to meditate self-medicate to ease self-medicate to sleep 1 hr. sessions of therapy with tears on a love seat picking up pieces I thought I plastered together digging skeletons I thought I buried but they weren't dead I guess I should've did a better job killin' those muthafuckas so, I self-medicate. dates when I know he won't call back so it's good he won't see me, my possessive and my ugly He won't have to love me. He'll self-medicate. self-medicate to mend the heart I broke self-medicate to ease the wrath I bring self-medicate to understand how we ended here self-medicate to miss me pens to paper make me free writing away my sins giving up my secrets to float away because they never belonged to me. So, I self-medicate.
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