Day One Hundred and Eighteen: What Not to Do

I wrote this a long time ago when I was drunk.

Writing under inebriation is probably never a good idea

Pain.

The feeling of a restless, short sleep,
Parched and writhing.

Back in the time when talking becomes hard.

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