Bottom of the glassA Poem by ThisismythearpyTo the man who told me how he drinks so he won't have to think.To me It always seems That the liquor at the bottom of the glass Burns the worst In the bottom I always see the reflection of my face In my eyes I am reminded of why I drink I no longer want to think
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StatsAuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..Writing
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