it was close when she drew the line but to my regret and suprise not around my body, the bottle and i still fell foul. fell foul, foul, but fine, id fuck for an upward climb, it felt foul foul but fine and it stuck out my neck for time.
when that line drew close around me i thought id cut loose and close my mind's eye. it was close, there was no reason why. but i pressed on and you turned off, text haunts, fuckups. so fuck it, its finished. forget, in a minute. i was drunk and did not delete. but thank fuck for good luck, small mercies fill my cup.