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Mar 2014
The alcohol that trickles down your throat
leaving a slight
burning
which makes you feel
more alive than any other night of the week
the Friday night is the night
you leave your cares
and strife behind
eager to forget
the overwhelming darkness

It is hard to hide
from the creature that consumes
your fragile little mind
is no match for the abyss
without the aid of alcohol
to drown the creature
before it engulfs your body also.
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