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I’m drunk.
Not on life.
Not on hormones.
Not adrenaline.
I’m drunk.
Alcohol is my mister,
And I regret nothing
With him,
Or do I?
I have an affair with depression
and apathy is just my side lover
self harm isn't caused by my self
it's the scars and bruises I put on my body every other
weekend