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It comes in a bottle. All shapes, all sizes. It comes in all flavors, All colors. It's made many different ways. But no matter what. It does the same thing. It's poison. It fogs the mind. It's poison. It's toxin. It's ruined my life. Time and time again. And I though it would be over. I thought I wouldn't have to deal with it. But it still comes back. Every time. I thought I would be enough, To make it stop. To show you that the taste of poison isn't worth it. Because all it brings, Is pain, Suffering, Sadness, And death. So please. All I ask. Is put down that bottle. I'm sorry I've caused you to put that poison to your lips. I just wish I was the reason you wanted to never touch it again.
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Poison
It comes in a bottle. All shapes, all sizes. It comes in all flavors, All colors. It's made many different ways. But no matter what. It does the same thing. It's poison. It fogs the mind. It's poison. It's toxin. It's ruined my life. Time and time again. And I though it would be over. I thought I wouldn't have to deal with it. But it still comes back. Every time. I thought I would be enough, To make it stop. To show you that the taste of poison isn't worth it. Because all it brings, Is pain, Suffering, Sadness, And death. So please. All I ask. Is put down that bottle. I'm sorry I've caused you to put that poison to your lips. I just wish I was the reason you wanted to never touch it again.
Alcohol is poison. It destroys. It has ruined my life. And I've never touched it to my lips. I jut don't want it in my life anymore.
tea-lee
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
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