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The bottle on the shelf

I reach for the bottle, when I feel some new loss, and it's the bottle, that shows me who's the boss. I reach for the bottle, to cope with all the pain, and everytime I reach, it begins to gain. When I drink, it spins out of control. When I drink, it shows me who's the fool. I kept a bottle by the bed, just to clear my head, but I need it no longer, 'cause I'm getting stronger, and I'm not gonna break, for my own sake.
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william-timothy-kirsch
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Feb 27, 2012
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