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January 30, 2021

It doesnt matter where I go

Or who I become to know

I've hit such a state

I'm no one that anyone can relate

Yelling, arguing, and the fighting

I'm in my room...I am drinking and dying

I have emotionally lost touch

and liquor has again become my crutch

I have physically become numb

and so my pill bottles bring welcome

Make up, nails, and hair

Bring me comfort to my nightmare

The ability to look like I've got it together

and I'm living light as a feather

Not a person is keeping my accounting

or noticing the fact that I am drowning