Erasure

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I didn’t drink to feel better—I drank to feel less. To carve out a void where my fears couldn’t reach me, to build a bunker brick by brick between me and the world. It wasn’t escape; it was erasure—a slow dismantling of the parts that hurt, and the parts that still hoped. In the stillness, the whispers grew louder. Each swallow sanded down my edges until I barely recognized the shape of me. And when I buried my pain, I buried myself beside it.   Workbook


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