Do you know what
I hate about myself
the most?
I drink the pain
the way I drink whiskey
and I hold the pain
as I cheer for it.
-cheers, Hiraya.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
