today, i drank a bottle of wine
not just a few sips, or a few glassfuls, but an entire bottle.
... and yet with each and each sip, i felt more and more desolate, hopeless, and alone.
am i not worth more than a puff of smoke? a fleeting temptation? am i not worth giving up one, simple moment of glory for?
am i so worthless that i am not worth a life?
i'd like to think that underneath my wine and my complain and my bicker, is a lonely soul that wishes to love.
the one to love, is the one that wills change.
so far. so lost.
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