Revel

I can no more nurse a beer than I can nurse a broken heart. I sip, then I find myself gulping. I stay away from love, from feeling, then I find myself plunging, drowning. While I’m inebriated, I’ll revel in this stupidity. Tomorrow is for regret.

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