Sober
By mytruth •
Years of oblivion
to waste.
Oblivion is bliss
you know.
I woke up
at the age
of twenty nine
to discover
I had a
reason
to
live,
to love,
to smell the flowers.
I never want to
not feel
again.
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July 13, 2007 02:50Simply-Me-20104
Some people need to take this advice! This is an amazing format, with so much of a story in so little! Good job.