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Oct 2015
I do this to forget
If these shots are wind
Then I'm chasing after air
Touching the glass
Rubbing the outer rim
Kissing it like I'm having an affair
Aware of the consequences
But if this is the only way to ease the pain
Then the burden I will bare
Shots in till I can't comprehend
This thing called love drove me here
Sat me in the car
Started the engine
Poured me a glass
And sat and stared
She refilled the glass when it was full of air
3 shots in and I still cant cope
The liquid burns my throat
Feel like I'm being choke
It's hard to breath
She hands me another drink
But it feels like shes the one who tied a noose to this rope
It's her who I want to forget  
Now I'm six shots in
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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