I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise my own eyes.
It’s young to some, But new to me. Getting used to my age, Beginning with three. Celebrating with family, And with friends. This tasty booze, Is a means to an end. Drink and drink, And then some more. Until my … Continue reading
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