Wishing nothing more than not to quit
Further down the bottle;
she lo0sens grip

Through her fingers her identity; she sips
Cough, choke, sputter, spit
Tears streaming a little bit

Licking each fingertip
Reality subjective to each drop
Intoxication is all what she wishes & wants

Bewilderment to be caught in her eyes
questioning, pleading, praying, screaming
Needing a relief of any kind

Please don’t let her mind rewind
Please don’t let her heart unwind
Please don’t let her be left behind

Her identity she’ll miss the most
Knowledge passed on to other folk
Now she feels as worthless as a
BAD JOKE

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