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Mar 2015
I'm tired of kissing the mouth of a bottle
and trying to sip happiness from a glass
Because alcohol only gives false impressions
of love and joy
And when it wears off
I'm left exactly where I was before
Except I smell of ***** and cigarettes
burned up
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