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Nov 2023
I'll take one more sip, keep drinking to feel good
I say like I'll stop when I know I never could
Poison In my veins making me feel this way
Keep drinking and drinking is all my head can say
Trying to numb the pain of daily life
Drinks getting stronger and stronger, stabbing me like a knife
I start to stumble and stutter
Regretting words that I mutter
Spilling thoughts that I keep buried inside
Wake up and realise what I've said, wishing I could just hide
Thinking the liquor was my friend, well I'm guessing it lied
Back in reality and now I want to just cry
So I'll return to the bottle and drink till I die
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  22/M/England
(22/M/England)   
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