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i'm continuing the family tradition
line of alcoholics
painful recognition of sober nights
i loved him more when i was drunk
i was too intoxicated
to notice him slipping through my fingertips
or let alone me loosing myself instead
those hungover mornings ******* me over more than he did
trying to remember what happened the night before
like every time he broke my heart
clueless and questioning myself
breath full of scents of ***** and orange juice
could it be worse?
over the course of the year
flowers have died
and people have cried
and lovers have lied
but i can also tell you
some scars have seemed to fade
some friendships were made
and visits were paid.
and i also fell in love
and my heart broke
and i endured that pain
but i am fine
i have managed to stay sane
and life never stopped going
and flowers never stopped growing
and his smile never stopped glowing
and he might not love me
but i still see him in my sleep every night
and he's still the reason that i write
and everything is going to be okay
because life goes on
and eventually i will move along.

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