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I notice the suffering within your tenebrous irises.

The agony you're trying to shove down with every mouthful of that beverage.

Including every shot you consume, it's a transient antidote.
To an irrepressible issue.
The loss of someone so inseparable { the irony }.

And with each glass of that pungent venom.
The anguish seems absent.

Nevertheless it's also turning you into someone you don't recognize.
Someone who remains petrified that the upcoming introspection, the forthcoming recollection, might impel you over the ledge within a fissure that you can't escape.

Natheless you can.

You will.

You will discover your radiance.
And you will discover your mechanism.
And while the trauma will eternally remain.

You will locate your strength.
To encounter every new day.