The chatter is drowned out by the alcohol The numbness I seek is already prevalent without it but now I can't stop wracked with guilt as I down quadruples in one promising myself tomorrow will be different but tomorrow never comes

Smile it's infectious
The chatter is drowned out by the alcohol The numbness I seek is already prevalent without it but now I can't stop wracked with guilt as I down quadruples in one promising myself tomorrow will be different but tomorrow never comes
Lovely, poem.
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