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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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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Alcohol
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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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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