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May 2020
Dear Alcohol,
I've never met you but we have many mutual friends.
Everyone I love seems to fall for you rather than me.
Lost in the thought that you can heal them, but you didn't fool me.
Or maybe you did.
Maybe that's why I get hurt.
I don't drown myself in you, so you drown the ones I love.
Dear Alcohol,
My glass is full of sorrow.
Maybe one day you will let us all be.
I pray that day be tomorrow.
Written by
Connor Jones
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