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On my twentieth birthday,
I had a panic attack.
On my best friends bed,
I removed my shirt and let cool air soothe my back.
When my breathing had calmed,
I then turned to my thinking:
I'm one year closer to dying
But one year closer to drinking.
I had a panic attack.
On my best friends bed,
I removed my shirt and let cool air soothe my back.
When my breathing had calmed,
I then turned to my thinking:
I'm one year closer to dying
But one year closer to drinking.
Published 24th Aug 2019
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18th Jan 2020 7:00pm
" I'm one year closer to dying " <<-----i used to think like this (a lot) when i was a young adult
as for the drinking thing -- i was in the USAF and because we Airmen could drink as long as we were on Base
there was really no need for fanfare when i turned 21 -- that and at the time in Texas, i believe the drinking age was still 18.
i love how You laid out the logic in this spill
from beginning to the end -- well done
as for the drinking thing -- i was in the USAF and because we Airmen could drink as long as we were on Base
there was really no need for fanfare when i turned 21 -- that and at the time in Texas, i believe the drinking age was still 18.
i love how You laid out the logic in this spill
from beginning to the end -- well done
