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the day I got drunk
I didnt forget who I am
I just stopped hiding it

my friend who praised my sobriety
says my life went nowhere after I picked up the bottle
but I have stages to climb
that he cannot see from where he stands

I dont belong to the drunkards circle
nor the sober mans foundation
I am still the same

the only difference

when I drink
I spit truths bitter as the alcohol itself

when I sober up
I sweeten my words
so nobody gets intoxicated by what I actually mean

when I ask gently
if I can speak
they say shoot

not knowing
I am already holding something
aimed directly at the chest

truth is not easy to digest

so I drink
and I drink a lot

not to forget
but so that the morning after
I have somewhere to hide

I was drunk
forgive me
I didnt mean it

but I did

I always did