He rolls back over to his glass of vodka,
As if worried that it'd gone away.
Take a sip, feeling it bite back.
It chases the thoughts and makes them play.
Oh sure it can make him happy...
But it's only a temporary forget.
And in the morning comes that sudden rush
Of knowing what he now regrets.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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