Drunk off Loneliness

The nothingness burns like whisky; flowing down my throat are memories and battle scars. A soft breeze touches my face under a thought, not a feeling, revealing insecurity, hanging by a thread of sanity. A doubtful smile crosses her face, and now, I’m just a shadow of the person I used to be.

Dusting off Dreams

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