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EROS

I waded in a pile of my alcohol soaked clothes and walked out half-drunk, half-sophisticated. The former, took over most of my soul and I felt compelled but it as I walked to the sink and watched my face.

I was in a total mess and I wore that same look on my face. In a way I seemed quietly disapproving of anything that had to be me thinking about her in my mind and already I took this morning signs seriously.

I needed to run badly…

Until now, apparently, as I have a lot of drink IS in my closet than clothes as I felt the sudden urge to always drink, nothing could take my mind away from the fact that She might as well not come back to my life.

I caught my reflection in the mirror: a taller, less- manly version of what I used to be staring right back at me like I was there all for the taking. It was frustrating to see myself looking this way but at the same time I couldn't help it.

I hated the man staring back— He was weak and feeble and In every way not me.

I decided that I neede