Intoxicate
The aroma hits the back of my throat like tension in an abusive household Yet I take a bigger gulp Hoping the temporary darkness will last longer this time I couldn't tell you why the bottles empty so quickly Only that the urge to dance overcomes my urge to toss away my life like a crappy poem I don't get the chance to forget very often But when I do I lose myself in the world of fake happiness most people find at the bottom of endless shot glasses and when I return to my world of masks Everything is peace Everything Except me.
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