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All Drunk Up

by Typewriterwriter

One glass empty
Another to dull
One glass to slur.
I'm not yet full.
Another chugged down
The pain is still there
Two more for passion
Time to despair.
More drinks to fight
Another to lose
Anything to forget
Long years spent abused.
The last drink is consumed
I don't know the cost
The bottle claims one more
Another life is lost

But no one cared before

 
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Typewriterwriter

I don't write about death because I want to die, I write about death because when death takes me I'd like to think that I am in the care of a wonderful friend. Writing is a language everyone can understand. Even when our words are confused and twisted, we find someone who translates perfectly. I speak for those who are scared and trapped and those whose voices have been stolen from them. God speaks through me and gives me strength to give to others. I will write until my end.

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