People ask why I write so much. As if it's a sin.
I say, "I write to remember", because they will never really understand.. The truth is I write to forget. Like vodka spewing out from my lips. It burns when it comes up again but i choke it out. And when it's all over I clean up the mess and all that is left is the black stains on my fingertips.
m.a.a
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