As I am awakened by the dazzling rays of the star we call the sun, I am appalled by that peculiar notion, because as I peek out my blinds the day is so dull, thunder rolling ever so treacherous, howling like the night time winds, the trees are usually green but now all I see is the origin, pain in my cranium I begin to feel it spin, as I try to cry out for help my jugular tightens up, I can hardly get any wind, as I lay there on the floor struggling to remember last night's events, I begin to have flashbacks, then I get a glimpse..one sip, two sip, three sips, or four, I see abandoned whiskey bottles and joint papers crumbled on the floor, before you begin to judge, yes I know its a sin, but this is the only way I know to cope, with Losing My Best Friend....
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Jesse, each grieves in their own fashion...so without judgement, I offer up my sympathies, that you may find some comfort in the memories of times you shared with your cousin. It takes time for the heart to heal...I try not to damage yourself, in the meantime. Quite an honest write, well done. PEACE