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Jul 2014
Sitting and drinking drinking drinking
Take a sip of lonesomeness here
A sip of shyness there
Drinking drinking drinking

Standing alone and drinking drinking drinking
Taking gulps of not being good enough here
Gulps of failure there
Drinking drinking drinking

Running from every shadow and drinking drinking drinking
Chugging a 40 oz of death here
Chugging what happens beyond death there
Drinking drinking drinking

Drunk on my own fears
Haven't drank a single beer
Every fear prevents something great from happening to me
An alcoholic is what I am
everything i am afraid of stops me from doing great things
Chris
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