Broken Bottles

Some walk on egg shells, Others walk on pins and needles I walk among the glass shards Broken bottles, Shattered dreams The liquid courage became my liquid affliction; My throat burning addiction, My hands begin to shake My body starts to quake, Another drink I must take. I see spiders on the wall, Or is […]

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