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When I was 9, you said

“what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”

and when I was 12,

you poured your 4th glass of 7 and 7

and told me through glazed eyes

and thick tongue

“when you can’t get any stronger, you make stronger drinks”.

2 weeks after my 16th birthday I found that strength

and left.

I’m 21 now and you’re so ‘strong’ that

you refuse to let anyone in but

 

you believe in fairies and the power of whiskey.