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Jan 2017
When you take a zip of the devils drink you turn into a demon. An outcast. A baboon. The more you drink the harder the curse gets set into your soul. It takes your word apart and clouds your judgement. It makes you lose control but also respect that you earned. The trust you built with a child shattered like glass. The more the drink consumes you the more you lose in the long run. From having your family push you away to loosing your marriage. And just when the door is right there the door to salvation you take the easy way and let the drink consume your soul to rot through the core. Where your children don't even want a part of you and your wife has had it that is ready to sign the papers. Maybe I should be so cruel. Like you said you have no self control. Just wished I knew what caused the pain to show you there's another door even though it has dust and webs. But till that day comes I'll be here siting in my chair waiting and praying till that miracle turns into a reality.
Juan Manuel Romero
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Juan Manuel Romero  Plano
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