Sad Labels:
alcohol
,
retrospect
,
sad
Sometimes I go back into the archives. To find the alcoholic poet I was then. To realize I'm still an alcoholic. Just not a poet anymore.
And if I go back further. To before the blog. I wasn't an alcoholic at all. But I was a poet. At least to some small degree.
And further back.
Neither poet. Nor alcoholic. But well equipped with ample vices.
To become either one.
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