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May 2020
Drowning myself in another bottle strictly for the pain
Tired of staring at the droplets hoping to quench the pain.

Another shot for my misery I totally need to drench my pain
Not relenting I really think I need another shot for the pain
But I am sure the broken bottles won't solve the pain.

But I am still draining myself soul into opening this new bottle
A bottle for the pain I really need to stop holding all this bottles.
The isolation is giving us new tactics to cope with our individual self but I bet the bottle won't stay long in the shelf
Written by
Mark kenny  27/M/Nigeria
(27/M/Nigeria)   
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