I’m losing myself again, I don’t care to be found 

It’s hard to write
with hands
that don’t feel like mine..

the emptiness
in my chest feels like home

always by myself but never quite alone

the numbness
is creeping in again,
a familiar feeling

i welcome it with
solitude
and wine
feeding it pills
passing the time

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