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Alcoholic


Let the taste fill your mouth. 

As you drink ounce by ounce. 

Feeling your self-control 

Withering by the second. 

Yet its what you want. 

To lose control. 

To not have to live your life sober. 

So you drink. 

And drink. 

Ann ddirnik. 

Waiting for the blissful moment in which 

You don’t have to feel. 

You’re grinning. 

Making more bad choices. 

You’re doing things you’re gonna regret 

When you’re sober tomorrow. 

But you do it again. 

Again. 

And again. 

Just one more drop. 

One more ounce. 

Becoming a slave to the alcohol. 

Waiting for it to just take over. 

No more living for you. 

 

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