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Oct 2018
A cold cup of coffee on a sunday afternoon,
all I crave is a little bit of heaven.
I can feel the whiskey in my soul,
still reeling from the night before.
I fear that if I lose my balance,
my will may not have the strength to get up once more.
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To be or not to be  26/M/North Battleford
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