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Drowning in the alcohol that they consume
He made letting go seem easy.
He doesn't even miss me.
I blame it on the whiskey.
Pictures are deceiving.
One day when he has a sober thought he'll be grieving.
He doesn't even miss me.
I blame it on the whiskey.
Pictures are deceiving.
One day when he has a sober thought he'll be grieving.
Published 14th Jul 2022
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14th Jul 2022 4:01am
Dear M,
Alcohol clouds everything. Ruins everything. I think you have succinctly defined addiction to a T in this poem. So wonderfully said.
H🌷
Alcohol clouds everything. Ruins everything. I think you have succinctly defined addiction to a T in this poem. So wonderfully said.
H🌷
17th Jul 2022 1:40am
