I stared at the unopened bottle of beer in front of me.It has kind of become a routine.
I would drink til I was drunk out of my mind, drowning the pain and sorrow in bottles after bottles of beer.
I would even play the music we used to listen to; or the music that you used to love.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly