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Or maybe a glass of wine?

To numb the endless pain? 

To ease the rips in your heart 

that echo endlessly through your brain?

I whispered out loud to no one 

talking to myself 

as I limped, dragging my way 

through the dense empty air 

of forced existence

to the kitchen

for a senseless glass of hopeless hydration.

No, then their lies might become truth

and what if that destroys you?

snaps my inner voice. 

And what if it doesn’t?

wails my annihilated heart

…the loudest, most persistent 

nonexistent voice of all.