He left .


She went to the bathroom and looked ,
The bottle , nearly had many .
She needed more .
Was that the trick?
The corners of her mouth drooling .
She needed it to feel more alive .
She couldn’t do life alone .
She knelt to the floor and made peace .
“I’m sorry if this is a sin, don’t mess up”

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