Day 4: The Pitcher of Rum

He always used the pitcher of rum To forget the sorrow and pain of this world. Addicted he was, said he'll never stop drinking Those were the days when he forgot everything. With a broken heart, he uncovered his soul And to hide his scars, he drank some more. He drank and drank till the effect wore off By that time all his darkness was gone. So he threw the empty pitcher of rum away And cursed and blamed it for making him go astray.

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