Defeat

This is it.

"I'm drawing the line"

My gut feels stirred.

My chest weighs a ton.

I've dragged this on for so long that the skin on my knees have worn off to the bone.

The last words I spoke to you stayed in my mouth and became a lump in my throat that I can't seem to swallow down.

The cigarette in between my pursed lips is proof of it.

The lighter kissing and blistering the tip of my thumb is proof of it.

The vodka is my white flag

My pride won't admit to this

All my cheap thrills will do all the talking for me.

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