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Drunken Slums

slurring through time

By Veronica Published about a year ago 1 min read
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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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