The In Between and Broken Things

I'm afraid I've come too far to go back,

and yet not far enough to keep going.

stalled out in that reckless place,

somewhere between an empty bottle of gin,

and too drunk to break things,

but none the less they were breaking,

all around me,

as I was fast becoming an exile of the in between,

and broken things...

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