And there I am...
With this bottle in my hand, and I keep thinking,
"It's only a small sip. Why fight?"
So the bottle tips slowly,
And the liquid fire that has for so long been tantamount to my death
Roars down my throat.
With that burn comes the self-hatred and pity from 15 years ago
Leaving me to wonder what I do with....
all the loving in my heart as Heaven's door is shut in my face.
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