Six, Five, Seven Lines? I've Lost Count. I'm Drunk. I hate Myself.
So... well.. I've spilled the beans to Yannic, and well, he took it pretty well. Either way. I'm high, and took all my Coke. No coke. Just beer. Need coke. No coke. I am alone. So alone. Help drunk Alice..
She's fall'n, knows better, but fell so long ago, and doesn't know much better.
Either way, there is pain killers and beer tomorrow. maybe drugs. always drugs.
nee drugs.
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
I'm sorry you are having such a hard time. I wish I could help you or at least give you some comfort. :(
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