A Puppet

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Watching another drink to find respite from the ever growing hole inside.
I can relate.
I see the desire to reach for a moment of numb peace, yet I cannot logically resort to such a means of escape.
Just yet at least.
...

To surrender, to fall,
For grace flees,
When one touches that in absence.
...

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Watching another drink to find respite from the ever growing hole inside.
I can relate.
I see the desire to reach for a moment of numb peace, yet I cannot logically resort to such a means of escape.
Just yet at least.
I can empathise, the feeling of need, the warmth that a bottle of whisky brings.
To not have to worry for just a little while...
About that hole, ever growing, inside.

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