Found comfort where I was not meant to look,

Walked miles in shoes which aren’t mine,

Found solace in draughts and bumps that shook,

Hung out at the end of the line.

Waited for darkness, that first sip of red,

For courage to hold my head higher,

Held my excuses to my chest like a shield,

Said “Fuck it” and danced in the fire.

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