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Oct 2013
Drink over drugs
Was always my preference
Why? You say
Well drugs have a large price to pay
Drink may **** my liver
And make  my conscience quiver
But it's about mastering your pace
With drugs it's a constant race

It taunts and teases
Pretending it pleases

How fast can you lose yourself?
How long can you keep reality on a shelf?

It leads you to a darkness
Hidden away deep in your mind
Something with thorns an loves forlorn
No it's not kind

Drink can ease my pain
In time of weakness
But drugs have a keenness
To devour you

So pour yourself a glass
Have a cry and a laugh
And bask in the rain
That your still sane.
Rachel Ueda
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Rachel Ueda
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