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Intoxicated.

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Intoxicated.

When I pause.

And step back, the poison reveals itself...

To be exactly what it was.


In the haze, I embrace it... and in moments after, I wonder.

How I could have consumed it knowing what would come next.


In my youth, it felt like an elixir.

As I enter this next stage of life, it is a deterrent.

To the man I choose to be.


There is always a choice to be made.

I choose freedom.


I choose peace.

I choose pain.

I choose grief.


And on the other side of it all, I choose love.


Yours faithfully,

Qavah.


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