Thick and thin was my way.
A lot or none.
I abused life and those that gave love freely.
In my cups I would relish the pain...
...for that was what I was accustomed to.
This anxiety was drowned...
...and my courage did float to the top.
I hindered my way with a liquid life.
Copyright 01-13-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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