"DUI"
I'm an alcoholic.
My journals are empty bottles.
Ironic, though, how they're the ones full
of everything I've bottled up and I'm the
one who, now, lies empty.
After a long night of drinking, my pillow
was locked up for a DUI...
Dreaming Under the Influence of my sorrows.
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