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Jan 2019
The brown liquor creeps
Into the gray crevices
Rye whiskey, you win
Again, here is an old one. Self medication left me in progressively darker and deeper holes. My life is by no means perfect after almost a year and a half of sobriety;

But at least I don't let my problems masquerade as solutions anymore.
Rowan S
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Rowan S  26/US
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