Poem -
ten whiskys or three
Shit Happens
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you want nothing but sleep
you look for a poison
pills or vodka drunk neat
Nothing. Now. Happens.
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except in your dreams but
your dreams are too loud
You awake to your screams
You crank up the poison
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add ten whisky's or three
If you can't kill the thoughts
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least you don't need to be
in the same room
M
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Lol. Whisky days behind meÂ
Whisky days so long behind meÂ
Like I just said .. You aint never alone .. I try to make mine at least a dubble several times over on nights such as these .. Neville x
I haven't actually taken one drink since... you know. Can't trust myself cos I know for a fact I'd be digging him up. I do miss my old partying self though. Have six for me. Hugs X
Bloomin well done you girl .. I do understand Marion .. for wot its worth, I rarely touch a drop except on Friday & Saturday evenings or very special occasions .. I do like saying cheers tho' .. Cheers tho' xx
Powerful my friend, something millions of us do, I believe we are all on our own personal life journey that we must all find a way of getting through. Kudos ❤️Â
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Great metaphor, Marion. It takes a lot of “to kill the thoughts”. Â
If one could ever. Â BÂ
Thankyou truly my friend x
We are haunted by our thoughts ... well, I know I am. Lol xx