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Mar 2016
I drink and drink
So I don't have to think
I drink and drink to the brink

I drink and drink
To hide the pain
Now I write, slain in ink
Soaked in my blood
You wash down the sink

As you wash me down the drain
And rush out to the funeral rain
You understand the pain

Of why I drink and drink
So I don't have to think
Kimberly Weber
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Kimberly Weber  F/Nevada
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