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Jun 2015
Have you ever fallen, face first, drunk?
It feels like you're merging with the floor, sinking.
Every hard exterior you seem to sink into, like quick sand.
Have you ever had that continue to happen after sobering up?
It seems I'm falling through rock bottom.
At least rock bottom was solid.
I don't know where I am now.

I think I'm just lost now.
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