alcoholic pt 3A Poem by nigrum homonculusok wrote this after a heavy night. a sacrifice i make for once again getting into the mindset of a deadbeat.The drips, they drip into me. Draining out the blood, From the bag to my body. Restoring the fact of mortalilty. Did I lose that much of myself? In a car crash that feels non existent? My memory is asinine. My memory robbed me blind. They say I was gone, a goon, a sinner. A life lived badly. Bacardi as dinner. Yet here I am, the flat line couldn’t stop me And out of this bed I will rise onto my feet. I got a mountain to climb, Its what the mole hill has become. So as painful as it sounds. REHAB HERE I COME! © 2012 nigrum homonculusReviews
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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