Why I Don’t Drink (much)

Alcohol is like a slippery sliding door into darkness.
When I step through it,
the haunting past, the rest in terror, the failure, and the hurt are endless.
No matter what positive emotions I feed it,
nothing grows in a place without light.

Author: Cassa Bassa

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