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The whiskey hits my throat, like lave. The fire dulls the emotions running through my head. I can ignore the emptiness in my life, when I fill it with booze and anger. I drink so I don’t bleed, I drink so I don’t cry, I drink so I don’t die. I toke now and then so I can smile and laugh. All I want is something to be proud of, something to be happy about. I have one thing, but it’s not even mine, so all I can do is smile once in a while.
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