We like to think we're
fun without it,
But we aren't,
although we try.
But the poison
calms our nerves.
It lets us love.
It lets us lie.
And every bitter swallow gives
a golden alibi.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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