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Copyright Seeing it First Hand 2024 | Theme by ThemeinProgress
Two days in my bedroom with tins of super strength lager and Lucky Strike cigarettes from Rachel.
A headache again, the alcohol surging to inspire.
The haze.
Warm sentiments of new friends and visions of cold places abound.
Like Dachau.
And then I see her waiting in the rain, waiting outside my window, cold and lonely, the barbed wire; those little bronze tins enticing the strangest hallucination of the non-life, enriching a profound desire to experience the other side.
cutting myself deep,
in a flash awakening,
intoxication.
