Without A Coma

I always thought I would age like a fine wine.  Instead, I just drank tons of wine for almost a decade.  I woke up this morning, twenty-two and nowhere.  I never realized that sitting around and making wishes doesn’t make a life.  It makes for time passing mockingly and a lonely life.

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