Quinn
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Tearing apartA Poem by QuinnI’ve reached for a bottle that wasn’t thereI’ve mastered the silent screamI’ve worked out how to feel the painWithout it showi.. |
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PainA Poem by QuinnThere is a pain in my footBecause I’m not walking freeThere is an ache in my legBecause I’m not standing tallThere is a cramp in my handBe.. |
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What is this?A Poem by QuinnI am very confused about where a guy and I stand now. |
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RepeatA Poem by QuinnWhen I’m drunk does it show I’m trapped or too free?Because when I’m drunk I don’t know if it’s meWhen I drink I am aliv.. |
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It controls meA Poem by QuinnThe beer is in my headThe wine bottle is my soulThe liqueur isle holds my spiritI know it’s destroying me wholeYet I year for each sipI desire e.. |
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The bottle has wonA Poem by QuinnAnother poem focused around my battle with addiction. |
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Mishandled painA Poem by QuinnEmotions and feelings are difficultI get other peoples but not my ownSometimes they just overwhelm meUsually when I am aloneI don’t know what I&.. |
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Understand. De-Clutter.A Poem by QuinnI don’t know what’s inside meNot the blood and guts and goreJust what goes on inside my headI don’t really know anymoreI’ve sp.. |