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Exuberance
Blunt after blunt
Beer after beer
My attempts to drown the pain do nothing as
The joy in my life slips from my grasp
Shot after shot
Numb to my emotions and logic
I’ll double down on my agony
Burn bridges half built and cut poorly tied ties
All in the name of self-improvement
Something that never comes and never will
Why would I let myself grow
When I could continu...
Tuesday 6th February 2018 1:33 am

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