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I used to have so many bottles on a self..

they were called my family of bottles..

one by one thhough they have been emptyd..

not by my choice..

first was the oldest of the three of us sister..

on the day she had to leave us all..

and go away from this earth..

then was the father bottle..

when chose to make alcohol more important then the others..

and he left the house that we used to still feel was in some way still whole..

Then they all put seperatly..

as tehy had to go to different places..

One had to go far away..

As she could no longer be with the others or she would die..

The mother bottle is still here..

Though she is no longer whole.

Tonight The only other older sister bottle has gone..

Because she has chosen to freeze her heart to the younger one.

So now the younger bottle stand alone on a shelf..

unsure of what to do.

Knowing she wil some how and in some way be ok..

Just feeling very alone..

For now her bottles are all empty..

Ever hers as she sits with tears going gown her face and anger feeling up inside her..

She sits alone on the shelf lookng at all the other bottles and feeling all she has lost..