It's nights like this when I realize how far from home I'll be. So many connections are gone, cut by tragedy, time, and apathy. What I really want right now is a drink; I want to feel the warm kiss of burning sweetness in my throat. And when I grimace, I'll know that in a moment all the doubts will vanish. I don't want to think about anything
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