Don't worry about who is listening.
Can you be honest with me? With yourself?
I don't need to be drunk to say what's on my mind.
Why so much worry? Is your worry healing you?
You know the answer as much as I.
What can we count on as certainty?
Birth, death, love, kindness, hurt, pain,
scars, forgotten memories, second chances
and moments lost forever.
I know the truth as it beats.
It is insistent.
It persists until it cannot.
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