A bottle a day keeps the heartache away,

Or so I thought I heard someone say.

 

Each sip reopens freshly healed wounds, drowning out good memories,

clouding my mind with the pain of what will never be.

Each sip leaves me clamoring for the return of a life now gone,

stammering over sorrow filled words in a forever broken tone.

 

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