Hungry, angry, lonely, and tired. The alcohol comforts me like a passionate lover rubbing my back. But it's a lie,it's my lie.
Feed, peaceful, accepted, and rested. With her, rather than a bottle. I won't use today.I journey with her down the Amazon. I will kiss my love at sun down.

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Galen over 11 years ago

Very poetic. I dig it. Welcome to Six Minute Story.

Gone Awry over 11 years ago

very good. prompt was captured in a new light. LOVED IT!

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pain alcoholic sufferring overcoming

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