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I'm not drunk, Just inebriated. I still have all my faculties, But a headache pounds my temples. It's nice to disappear for a while. Nice to remember my ails, and flip them the bird! White wine my poison, Pinot Gris - yummy! Can't leave forever, Too many think I'm their rock. A carefully cultivated image. Temporary escape.....better than nothing.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
Drunk
I'm not drunk, Just inebriated. I still have all my faculties, But a headache pounds my temples. It's nice to disappear for a while. Nice to remember my ails, and flip them the bird! White wine my poison, Pinot Gris - yummy! Can't leave forever, Too many think I'm their rock. A carefully cultivated image. Temporary escape.....better than nothing.
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41/F/Auckland
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
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