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Feb 2014
There is a chill in the air
The cold wind on my neck
I been drinking so much
I'm a physical wreck .

I stumble then fall
Roll around on the ground
I'm still looking for hope
But theres none to be found.

I continue to drink
And I call out your name
I pray that you'll come
And ease all my pain.

Knowing three words
Would dry all my tears
The touch of your hand
Would take away all of my fears.

I continue to drink
As the cold wind still blows
What happened to me
Nobody knows.
Dennis Bielanski
Written by
Dennis Bielanski  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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