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Aug 2020
Mistakes were made, but I’m alright
I tell myself that to get through the night
One drink
Two drinks
Three drinks
Four
I down myself in alcohol to not feel like a wh*

Life is full of lessons
And so it seems
The only one that keeps learning is me
Because nothing is going right
These storms keep coming
I’m tired of fighting

Love is game and sometimes a battlefield
I’m always in the trenches, losing
Someone level the playing field
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