These next few are going to be pretty depressing idk sorry skip them if you want who really cares what I have to say anyway.
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life,
is a drink for the dead.
a glass half empty,
liquid bittersweet.
a taste is all you need,
but I drink in excess.
too much numbs,
yet I can still feel.
sleep no more,
live no less.
you don't finish life,
life finishes you.
YOU ARE READING
alone in the night
Short Storya collection of writings out of my mind, riddled with demons who whisper the sweetest things.
