When it feels cold inside,
She warms my soul…
This is my fifth double shot, yet still I
Can’t escape the woe.
Rue take hold and she right by my side_
Two shot though in vein momentarily she
Alleviate the pain and invigorate my pride.
She’s always by my side and when I’m feeling Blue…that’s the difference between Whiskey And you.
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yup, not proud of it
restraint is indeed a virtue
but sometime: escape
is all that can help...
(some works you read
and connect with instinctively,
thanks for sharing
such a relatable scene)
Thanks for reading, I am happy you were touched by these words. blessings.
A sad glimpse into this escape.... but powerful.
Truly grateful, thanks.
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