Twas the night before,
And I couldn't sleep,
I couldn't move, couldn't think.
My thoughts a tempest,
A place so foreign,
A process so unfamiliar.
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A definition,
A drink,
An explanation,
An answer.
A quick response,
A laugh, a smile,
Insecurities surface,
Strength drowns.
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A year of friendships, a night alone, not even a mouse stirring. A shift so drastic, a home made warm with memories. The faces, some similar, some new, passing through. A cup of cider, an ounce of whisky, a dose of reality. Prevention through caution, changes a cautious reach out, a hand smacked by reality as it nears the cookie jar. Happy, content, yet unsure, the path ahead dark, my feet unsure. Friends guide the way, provide strength, possess the light needed to ensure I don't get lost. Still I stray, still I turn, the bonds tested, the trust pushed, the breaking point passed.
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