What do you do when you are watching someone die slowly, and it's their own fault? Do you take over and demand they change things, or wait until they realize it themselves? I worry that the less I say, the closer he will come to complete annihilation. This life that he lives, has no structure, only alcohol.
He breathes it.
He lives for it.
It's replacing everything of importance in his life.
Even me.
I miss him already.
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