Twenty four hours since last sober?
And they posed it as an issue
Twenty four hours
One thousand nine hundred sixty eight
Ish
I’m probably sober in my sleep
Drunk or high
Why would I be able to handle
Any of this without being intoxicated by something
It’s not real
So why worry
She’s been gone
He’s been gone
How long
I wish he could be home for Christmas
I’d give up every single sparse moment of this awful season that makes me feel something
If he could be home.
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