WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE LIFE OF DISARRAY
seeing sunday morning through bloodied eyes i feel so dead, yet i'm so alive and the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more as i peel my face off the kitchen floor i look around me, and what do i see? one hundred bottles, laughing at me i feel like shit, i smell like shit this sacred day welcome to my humble life of disarray


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