(Maybe) If I were

I know the place, I try to leave it when I sense it. Why nurse the chaos? All has been shown, unraveled. There is no undoing our reality. I move, I sleep, I eat, I dream of drinking. Sobriety is a curse. It doesn't matter The timing, The setting, The role I'm engaged in- I... Continue Reading →

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