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The Bottle
The Bottle
Sometimes it's easy to take comfort from a bottle
Trying to numb or dull the anxiety
A swill of sweet oakey booze to dissolve those feelings one would rather ignore
But eventually, given enough time, and enough drink
One starts to notice that bottle isn't your friend
It doesn't work
It doesn't numb anything
In fact, most of the time, it boils and churns up and c...
Thursday 3rd November 2022 7:12 pm
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