fading away
as clouds drift by swiftly
storms looming
storms already here
disguised in my bottle of scotch
leaves me numb
knocks me out
makes me sleep
makes me dream
makes me want to die
left it behind
in a moment of weakness
and never went back
I still grieve sometimes
storms still come and go
but now I see them for what they are
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