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#drinkingproblem
i've barely even grown up hardly old enough to drink still this liquor smells bitter as i pour it down the sink i've lost everything now only been sober a week i think of my words now before i decide to speak these bruises have healed with the cut on my cheek not sure where they came from i still can't seem to think my eyes keep dripping like a sink with a leak i can't hold back these tears no matter how much i blink all i want is to turn to that smooth amber drink
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
sober