Sometimes I drink too much
Sometimes it’s not enough
Sometimes I feel like
times just given up
On you and I
Sometimes I wish I’d die
But then I drink too much
But not enough
And I remember why
I left you that night
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I am not cured
I am the cure
The cure to my sickness
My illness
And my depression
I am the cure
That heals within
Forever changing
And shifting
So that I evolve
To a point
Where I don’t even notice
The sickness
Anymore
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About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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