poison in elixir

When I seek joy, there’s always the catch in my throat. The poison in the elixir, the anxiety that this is not for me. I can’t afford it. I will break it. The goblet will break as I lift it to my lips. It’s not for me.

Other people revel in joy, over and over. Not me.

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