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Apr 2014
Everything i am is inside this bottle
I struggle with everything I have to find the bottom
But it seems endless and eternal
As i press my mouth to the lip
I sip from this bottle until i feel myself rip
Everything that dwells in the cavity of my chest
Escapes and leaves me
All the pain happiness and anger
Im left looking in the mirror at a stranger
Everything i was before gone
All i am is only what is left within this last bottle
This soon to be empty vessel now looks as i a feel
As hollow as the world i live in
Empty and cold
But i drink to the contrary
To place scolding and crowded
When I reach bottom of this world
And all that I see in life looks to be hostel
That's when ill know
I have finally reached the bottom of the bottle
Written by
Derek Wings
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