Bottom Of A Bottle

Searching for fragments of yourself, hoping to find that clarity in the Ever Clear.

The whiskey bites back on the pain you try to dull.

Tequila burns your bridges, leaving you hazy.

When it’s all gone and empty. Your only friend is the bottom of the bottle. 

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