I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.


for her.

I stay sober for the woman who was afraid to die but too scared to live.

For the woman who never thought she’d amount to anything more than drunken wasted potential.

For the woman who clawed her way through hell to ask for help.

For the woman who saved her own life for one more chance.

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