I turn to bottles to numb the pain,

The feeling is better than the thoughts pestering my brain,

Blurriness and slurred speech helps keep me sane.

It makes me forget the world and all those deceitful,

full of evil,

All the soulless, judgmental people.

I stare into their eyes trying to figure them out,

But they need oxygen,

So I give them mouth to mouth.

Providing new perspectives,

A breath of fresh air,

Maybe they'll learn to love those who care.

But while I'm still buzzed off this liquor,

Read this again, do you see the big pitcher.

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9:52 PM

2/29/20

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