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May 2015
I hide behind this bottle
Because I don't want to see you

I don't want to remember you

I don't want to think of you

I want to be happy
And forget

And yet when the morning comes
There you are
Like you never left

I hide behind this bottle
Because when I decide to finally stop hiding
You will have faded and so will the pain
We've all used a crutch before to drown our sorrows.  Mine was alcohol.
Nathan Pival
Written by
Nathan Pival  Mansfield, Ohio
(Mansfield, Ohio)   
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