Truth
Living is a tiring task
Everyone has to endure.
Living is not always easy,
But who ever said it was?
Sometimes one thinks to themself,
What is the point in living an unhappy life?
These thoughts become more prominent
With each suppressing scream.
To heal the mind means
Healing the unforgetable urges.
Urges that run deep through veins,
Like blood flowing effortlessly out of broken skin.
No, living is not an easy task
But with this liquor
And these fingers,
It becomes a bit more bearable.
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