What’s Left?

There’s not much left now in the early morning darkness; just the memories and the insanity of truth.

I was younger then and reckless with drink and consequences. The fear found me, and I was the one to blame.

They were good people, some of them, but like anyone bored with the mundane; they were looking for anything for a fix…

I felt the city walls closing in around me, and I had to leave. No amount of alcohol existed that could fix that.

Dennis Mantin

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