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paycheck to paycheck, bottle to bottle, i've found a home on the floor of a stranger's home at four in the morning, half-drunk, numbed to the pain of the outside world. i woke up this morning with an ache in my jaw, a pit in my stomach, a craving for loss of brain cells, as if alcohol could truly **** the pain, or me. i've tried to **** the monsters in me with drugs and drinks, on more than one occasion, and if sober is our default, why is it so **** difficult?
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
killing the monsters
paycheck to paycheck, bottle to bottle, i've found a home on the floor of a stranger's home at four in the morning, half-drunk, numbed to the pain of the outside world. i woke up this morning with an ache in my jaw, a pit in my stomach, a craving for loss of brain cells, as if alcohol could truly **** the pain, or me. i've tried to **** the monsters in me with drugs and drinks, on more than one occasion, and if sober is our default, why is it so **** difficult?
collin-daniel
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
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