Whisky,vodka, ***
Anything I could get my hands on,
Only a temporary escape, such a pity,
Something to smooth out the rough edges of reality,
Blur out the past,
Those incessant barrage of disconnected memories flashing before my eyes so fast,
Numb myself for one night from all the sorrow,
And promise to press the replay button tomorrow.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
Whisky,vodka, ***
Anything I could get my hands on,
Only a temporary escape, such a pity,
Something to smooth out the rough edges of reality,
Blur out the past,
Those incessant barrage of disconnected memories flashing before my eyes so fast,
Numb myself for one night from all the sorrow,
And promise to press the replay button tomorrow.
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