I once wrote a letter...
About exoskeletal reformation,
Reforming itself through the waves
That crash against my skull.
"Hey man, can you gimme a dollar to get some wine?"
I knelt down before you
And begged for help.
You had the same thing
That I've wanted for a year....
Not a dollar.
It was one of life's tragic ironies
That made me give up.
You wiped away from my eyes
The blank stare of the breathing dead
When I thought you really cared.
My heart began to grow wings
Small wings...
Feeble wings...
But wings.
I threw my bottle of wine
Out onto the curb
Understanding it would breathe life into me.
You released me from my shadow world
Of panic...
Fear...
Self-Hatred...
Oh, what a lonely prison I was living in.
My letter ends:
"Wherever I may go,
Sober by your grace,
One day at a time,
I thank you...
For ruining my life."
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