I don't know how much I've drank. I don't know what I've done. Just please hear the cries of the intoxicated one. A life that was lived, but inevitably changed by a being that thought to live out of His range. What can I do but run form the past? In time, there will be the things that could not last. For while intoxication can really disrupt your true mind. Only through this can we truly find the answer to the questions that the world will ignore. For truth comes through the ability to see through the storm. If alcohol comes in your path and disrupts your way, sobriety surely will not show you the way. Your mind and body must stay on the same level at all times or else instability will be what you always shall find. I may be intoxicated, but one thing is for sure. I can still see all things as if I was as sober as before.
Reason for writing:
I think the title speaks for itself. Why does the truth come out when you barriers are at there lowest?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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