No, he didn’t drink to lose himself
He drank to find himself.
On those blurry nights,
At the bottom of the glass
The veil of practicality lifted from reality
And he could meet the side of his
That lived on the other side.
No, he didn’t need alcohol to be himself,
The world needed the excuse of alcohol
To see that side of his and not be confused.
He drank to make himself
Easy for the world to swallow,
He was considerate like that.
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