Why do I drink when i know it will be my demise?
when my liver is shot, right before your eyes
when my nails turn yellow
mirror the sun light?
why do I bother?
is it self hate, which utters on self-destruction?
or is it the realization in which I embody being mortal?
Am I free? Am I truly free? I feel it, I embody it.
But am I free?
I don't need approval.
I am Free, Black is free. Black is life.
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