Sober, by mytruth Subscribe to rss feed for mytruth

Years of oblivion
to waste. 
Oblivion is bliss
you know.

I woke up
at the age
of twenty nine
to discover 
I had a 
reason 
to 
live,
to love,
to smell the flowers. 

I never want to 
not feel
again.
Posted: 2007-05-27 19:46:44 UTC

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2007-07-13 02:50:31Simply-Me-20104
Some people need to take this advice! This is an amazing format, with so much of a story in so little! Good job.