Mar 2018
you sip upon your sadness,
like its the sweetest thing in the world,
you create mixed drinks of anguish and solitude,
believing that with each sip you are escaping reality,
when in reality,
you are sinking deeper into your own despair.
like its the sweetest thing in the world,
you create mixed drinks of anguish and solitude,
believing that with each sip you are escaping reality,
when in reality,
you are sinking deeper into your own despair.
darling you are not drunk, you are drowning
(18/F/Iowa)
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