The sempiternal termite of guilt,
eating away at my frail, wooden stature
until I am reduced to nothing
a stump
with your memory in my rings
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See AllTRIGGER WARNING - THIS PIECE CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMAGERY This piece is about the loss of my great grandmother. I was very close with her. I called her Grammy. I lost her in 2019 when I was 15 years old.
[This piece is about] my mom, who I have 'lost' due to her abuse of alcohol. She isn't dead, but it has almost killed her twice. That has not stopped her from drinking, it it is guaranteeded it will k
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