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Jan 2022
when alcohol gave me a sence of belonging,
The warm glow, the ever present flow of indestructible self belief.
The promised land was the 10 o'clock tram to a place of self destruction.
No blame layed at her door although it was mostly open . I tred on open sores , head telling me more, knowing they've drawn my final curtain.
I promise once again to the voice inside my head, this poison can't be the solution
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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