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Nov 2011
Burnt back
Swig down
Soar high.
Repeat.
Seek more
Think less
Swig down.
Stumble ,
Yearning,
Panic,
Bliss.
Thinking,
Feeling,
Touching,
Drinking.
Swig Down
Soar High.
S.t.o.p.

Who is this?
When did her reputation proceed her.
Why do I need to be her?
Confidence isn’t found in a drink
I know that so why do I keep finding mine at the bottom of the bottle?
Closed off, shy, not worthy.
I know that’s not who I am, at least when I am swigging.
I am loud, brilliant, ****.
Where is my middle?
Help me find it.
Or one day I will soar to where she can’t catch me.
The Year
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