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Closer than my jugular vein, you flow through sacred passages until you reach the part of me where everything resides. You tap into my nerves. My firmament gives way to you, and I melt into your depths, the one place where I can feel secure. I mediate on you, and I can feel your warmth radiate through me, until we're glowing like embers on a wind-chilled night. We make a pretty good team, you and I. Let's stay together a while longer, just until I can get back on my feet. Hold me close, in your smothering embrace; I'll wash my hands in you, and be absolved.
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
On the Excessive Consumption of Alcohol (For Therapeutic Purposes)
Closer than my jugular vein, you flow through sacred passages until you reach the part of me where everything resides. You tap into my nerves. My firmament gives way to you, and I melt into your depths, the one place where I can feel secure. I mediate on you, and I can feel your warmth radiate through me, until we're glowing like embers on a wind-chilled night. We make a pretty good team, you and I. Let's stay together a while longer, just until I can get back on my feet. Hold me close, in your smothering embrace; I'll wash my hands in you, and be absolved.
#alchohol#anxiety#dependance#drinking
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flesh_eating_turtle
Cisgender Male
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
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