or
else it's a
different
night and you
sit
at a table getting stoned with
some
friends while your
children
sleep
you
wake up sweating and disoriented
in
a dark room
next
to someone else's wife
you
hear sirens or the
sound
of crying from just
beyond
the door
you
hate yourself
you
are hated by others
welcome
home
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