Alone and Sober by Philip J Fry

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Jan 2015

Every time a dealer offers me a pill ,I fight it.
I fight the urge to be happy.
I dont deserve relief.
I deserve to suffer.
Alone and sober.

Written by

Philip J Fry Brooklyn

(Brooklyn)

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