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I was clean

I was skin with faded scars

I was free 

 

It was the voices that told me

In my head

It was the things those kids didn't say

 

One month 

Two weeks

Four days

 

It was easy

It was right there

No one noticed 

 

I took it with me

I was in and out

 

One

Two

Three

Four

Five 

Six 

 

That was how many

 

I prayed so hard

I was crying 

I never want to be there

 

I failed again

 

One week

 

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

 

One month

Take two

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