Depression

His pointless days wasted away with his morning buzz. He didn’t mind forgetting the subtle details like his wife’s smile losing micrometers every month or the swirling tears waiting to fall. None of it could compare to his pain, in his mind, though he’d never realize his depression came from a drink instead of a life of misfortune.

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3 comments so far

  1. Tumblewords on

    They are always the last to know.

  2. floreta on

    ah yes. alcohol is a depressent.

  3. qualcosa di bello on

    a whole life of heartache in a paragraph


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