An avalanche of feelings throws itself down on me and this hour has turned into an hour of grief and agony ,anger and dejection mixed with sorrow and a rainbow of emotions I cannot understand
my trembling hand still has hold of the bottle that stands between my existence and death as I try to fortify my shivering soul .
I fight my way through a better sight thought by my thoughts have turned so distant and vague that a girl glimmer of hope has no chance of survival in me.
I am as helpless as the dry thorn bush county.
Just a few inches lay between my thorny lips and the bottle that contains what could set me free into a world that could have never been to fear of the unknown, the uncertainties about heaven.
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