SubstancesA Poem by Emily Irene.Autobiographical.Does
it always have to take to recapture my childhood love of life? A xanax here, some vodka there. Isn't there a way to feel that freedom without killing the parts that shield me from it? All I ever ask for is a few hours of carefree love inside my head. © 2013 Emily Irene. |
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Added on September 29, 2013 Last Updated on September 29, 2013 Tags: drugs, alcohol, depression AuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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