She opened her eyes.
And for a short, small moment
She forgot about the lies.
The hatred, the sadness,
That almost ran her into madness.
There was no pain from within herself
And yet
She was forced to keep her dreams up on a high shelf.
For if she tried to be her own person
She would go straight for the bourbon.
So she woke up for a moment
Forgetting about everything
But then suddenly remembered that her dreams were broken.
She looks at her shaking hands.
And that was when the crash began.
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dumb feels.
Short Storydon't read it if you don't want it be depressed. I need to vent sometimes and so I write what I feel.
