I dreamt of such a cellar tonight; your words taste like the bitter, dark vintage I finally had the courage to swallow.
The fermentation of resentment is a slow process, yet far more nourishing to the weary mind than the transient crumb of bread.
That vintage burns going down, but it is the first honest thing I have felt in years.
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1LC6hHnhZcWv4eSZx3QrNPmXP2sVK1RFnD VerifiedSometimes the sting is the only way to know you’re still awake in the quiet hours.
