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I can feel them itching away at my insides. They want me to take a shot. They want me to take the relief of a hit. "Home is where the drink is" they tell me. Their judgement is laid before me. They stand as my accusers. I stand as the accused. "We'll do it this way" they say. "No, it ends now, we'll do it my way" I reply. "We were always doing it your way". A sound. A voice. Had it been me all along? Oh no, had I lead myself astray this whole time? As a carriage follows its horse, so does a mind follow its thoughts. It's time to get these thoughts in order.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
The Accuser
I can feel them itching away at my insides. They want me to take a shot. They want me to take the relief of a hit. "Home is where the drink is" they tell me. Their judgement is laid before me. They stand as my accusers. I stand as the accused. "We'll do it this way" they say. "No, it ends now, we'll do it my way" I reply. "We were always doing it your way". A sound. A voice. Had it been me all along? Oh no, had I lead myself astray this whole time? As a carriage follows its horse, so does a mind follow its thoughts. It's time to get these thoughts in order.
matthew-saliba
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
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