Drained
~lacklustre_saint
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Bar person, give me whatever cures an abyss of unending hollowness.

Some would call my week a week of indulgence, a trip into comfort
via gluttony, a trip into oblivion with the help of the old crutch.
Today I suffer the katzenjammer of withdrawal, head and heart
pounding from too much of a bad thing, my liver fighting the good
fight against the poison of overindulgence.

Still, the urge is there. My brain do not want to cope with the
loss of a friend, with yet another death in the proverbial family
of friends and acquaintances. My insides are just hollow, there's
an emptiness that just wont go away and so I drink, and so I eat,
and so I pass time without accomplishing anything.

This too will pass.