Remember my name (intro)
Sunday, August 19, 2007
It was night. Or evening. I could not be so sure. The alcohol had long made its way into my body, and the feel of temporary numbness could not be any better. It is exactly like morphine, or cocaine, providing a short reprieve for the pain that resides right inside the tenderness of the heart. The hangover can be quite a headache, yet the way the pain refuses to go, the way it tugs at the heart and sinks all the possible happiness that have not even surface, the numb becomes an escapade of sort. It is like the lesser of two evils, yet who is stupid enough to go through the pain rather than skipping through it?
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