Discrete Entries: For broken11

broken11 by JFWilsonStudio.com

I’ve hit the point where I lose track of myself.

It comes on subtly, but I don’t recognize it until too late.

Like an American Werewolf transforming at the full moon,
it is unstoppable.

A drink can’t help and just flirts with true disaster.

The only cures are her. Her.
And the right music.

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