You were the taste of alcohol on my tongue,
The angry burn of the bottle of rum in my hand,
You were the loss of consciousness as I swallow down
The last pieces of this godforsaken burn.
You were the itch in my veins, the strong pull
The dark under my bed when I'm plagued by nightmares.
You were a lot. You were everything but..
Here I am... and all you are is in the past.
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