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Frankie
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- Sep 4, 2008
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I put this here because my friend alcohol can not help me anymore. Alcohol is a balloon we grab a hold of to carry us to another place. A place were our mistakes do not exist and the world can be as we want it.
It almost feels like a passage way is coming for me and I have no idea were it leads. Could be good, could be bad. The unknown is what it is. No excitement just dread.
Years of isolation and now this darkness and hopelessness. It is like standing on an island surrounded by boiling rapids. Give me another cigarette or another bowl of food to distract me. Wow!
Frankie
It almost feels like a passage way is coming for me and I have no idea were it leads. Could be good, could be bad. The unknown is what it is. No excitement just dread.
Years of isolation and now this darkness and hopelessness. It is like standing on an island surrounded by boiling rapids. Give me another cigarette or another bowl of food to distract me. Wow!
Frankie