free

She sat with her back against the wall, a bottle of vodka in hand.

One more glass, she whispered.

Where was it?

The goddamn glass, she mumbled.

It was there, but it was also not there.

Unperturbed, she simply sighed and crawled back to her original position.

A sip, then another sip.

She never felt so alive.

So free.

Yet, there was something in her eyes.

Something she had been trying to drown down in her indulgences.

Another sip.

There was nothing left.

Nothing.

That was her life.

It was there, but it was also not there.

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