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For the love of Erinn

by david-john-mowers

I crawled into a bottle once, never found the way out. It's cold and dark here, lonely and with an echo... ...a hint and inkling of, something else I cannot see. How to crawl back out, of something that holds you; ...back? I crawled into a bottle once... It's cold and dark in here.
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david-john-mowers
43 / M
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Written by
david-john-mowers
43 / M
Published
Nov 7, 2016
Time
1m
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"God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the earth" -Jim Bishop

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#drunk#alcohol#drinking#prose#alcoholism#fortheloveoferinn#irish#alcoholic
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