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I have no idea

What's going to happen

In the future

Will I have a job?

Or will I have a career?

Will I ever go to college?

Or will I ever be homeless?

Would I buy liqour?

Probably not.

But let's face it.

I'm going to be lonely.

So.. Yeah, I might

Just so I can stop

Thinking so much

And drown my sorrows

In alcohol

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rebeca-ana-olvera
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Published
Aug 7, 2015
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