Thursday nights I spend alone

Nicotine, she gives me rush

Alcohol, he keeps me hush

The voice that always tells me shush

Is suddenly the quiet one

Sometimes I do hate myself

For loving them so very much

Still they make it easier

All the things I struggle with

In return I have to pay

With pieces of reality

Sometimes just a taste of shame

Saddness, love they taste the same, when I give myself to them.

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Have an amazing day! Making this somewhat of a journal blog about what goes on in my head and cannot express otherwise