Soon It Will be Over

The day you died. I 'couldn't handle it'. I got smashed. I got annoyed at her. I was alone in the world. What do you do when you need to be next to someone, to talk to someone? You didn't know either. I came home and barfed into a black bin bag. Then I did it again. How did you cope for all those years? I'll never know.




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