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The brown liquor creeps Into the gray crevices Rye whiskey, you win
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
High Coup #11
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.
#haiku#highcoup#575#whiskey#misery
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
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