When a sharp hit of pain comes over me, I no longer…
Open the wine
Get in bed
Wrap myself in the cloak of self pity even though it’s chilly out here
Mentally watch a reel of past failures in the dark makeshift cinema of my apartment
Write my future as a novel with tragic undertones
And in these absences I find my underdog victory, which is the sweetest kind.
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