 " The sadness, so damn strong. Mistake, you thought it was an aftermath. Drinks, especially too much, tend to result in this kind of thing. Strong as you are, you break down and tough as your will is, you cling tightly to the last few pieces. As you start putting yourself together again, you realize that it was never the drinks. They only helped quicker bring you to the brinks where every thought of sadness fills and without a delay, indwells. It only sped up the cycle, never the cause of it all. Horrible, isn't it? True, you know these feelings were never new. Thoughts, tend to be buried inside. Just waiting to be opened, as always and hard as you try, nothing ever changes. Those pathetic thoughts were always there. Just never too often placed in the same grace. " Losing count of what you drink swaying then your legs give in falling falling to the floor then getting up to drink some more weekend after weekend turning to the bottle. sadly, these happens to whom I call friends. |
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