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Apr 2016
Second day without a drink
Mind is heavy so much to think
Its so hard to abstain
But for my son I could not remain
In a state of perpetual drunk
So I'm dragging my sorry *** out this funk
I could really use the comfort of my partner
But she is dry without choice and finds it much harder
So I'll sit and I'll shake
I'll cry and I'll brake

But I won't give up,not this time.
It's rehab time
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
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