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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