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Apr 2021
Cigarette smoke fills the air
Reddened eyes from all the crying
In bed complaining why life ain’t fair
A sip of beer while I’m slowly dying

Hold on they said, I scoffed
How original, can’t I be left alone to rot
The last piece of my happiness took off
In its departure a lot of pain was brought

I took another chug, but met with an empty bottle
There goes my last lifeline
Here comes the memories on full throttle
I hugged my pillow, ready to resign.
Reimers
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