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Nov 2013
I'm empty.
I need something to fill me up.
Alcohol sounds good, but I don't want to be what my father once was.
A drunk.
Used to be.
One who drinks like there's no tomorrow.
Addicted?
Yes.
Still addicted?
No.
Chloe B
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Chloe B
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