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Sep 2014
My best friend told me, she understood why I drank.
My mother is sad.
My father is a liar.
One sister can't live,
The other wants to live like me.

I always knew drinking just took the place of cutting.
Drinking took the place of thinking.
Drinking took the place of reality.

I'm no alcoholic,
I'm... an alcohol enthusiast.
Star Girl
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Star Girl
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