i hate to break it to you, but i am dying | poem

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today he asked

" are you sober? "

I answered truthfully 

" i am sober, not by choice. "

his usually expressionless face cracked

and out came a grin

" that's still good! "

i gave him a pained look

"- at least long-term "

he added


i didn't have the heart to tell him

that i don't intend

for 

"long-term" 

to be very long

-n.c

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