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It started slowly, lips on a glass, liquid poison flowing, one led to another, as if the burn might quiet the storm behind my eyes. Mingling at the bar, hoping not to be alone among the crowd, yet still alone. Voices flaring all around, laughter buzzing like insects against dim neon light. I smiled when I had to, nodded when I didn’t, letting the night drag me where it wanted, not where I chose. Unable to remember, memory’s flickering Flashbacks returning, the missing events. The journey home unknown, a blank space where hours should be. Not a touch, not a drink, a piece of me I never offered, gone before I knew it was missing. Awoken in pain, the room too still, the silence too sharp, and the night behind me holding something it took without permission.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
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It started slowly, lips on a glass, liquid poison flowing, one led to another, as if the burn might quiet the storm behind my eyes. Mingling at the bar, hoping not to be alone among the crowd, yet still alone. Voices flaring all around, laughter buzzing like insects against dim neon light. I smiled when I had to, nodded when I didn’t, letting the night drag me where it wanted, not where I chose. Unable to remember, memory’s flickering Flashbacks returning, the missing events. The journey home unknown, a blank space where hours should be. Not a touch, not a drink, a piece of me I never offered, gone before I knew it was missing. Awoken in pain, the room too still, the silence too sharp, and the night behind me holding something it took without permission.
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