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Mar 2014
Bottle full of liquor
Bottle filled with pills
Numb body
I no longer feel

Bottle full of relief
Bottle filled with drank
Told me I wouldn’t be sh**
Guess I really ain’t

Bottle full of death
Soul raises high like ****
I look down with pity
“Poor old me”

Once full of life

Now near empty...
becuase of pain.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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