Hannah Eichenauer (10/02/97 / Valencia, PA)
You can’t smell the whiskey on my breath.
I’m just trying to fight the lingering death.
It’s all around us, all the time, every day.
Death is a debt we all eventually have to pay.
Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
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