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Dec 2013
I've never been so solitary as when my constant flood of conquest ebbs.

When routinely, the perpetual failure that my duality has evolved to be surfaces blue and bloated.

But maybe a better resolution, would be to acknowledge my chemical dependence on dopamine flow.

This justifies the irrevocable collision of sinking love and drinking in my own mind--among other things.

Any one of these is sure to drown me before I do,
especially either of those breathing.
Giavanna Corriero
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