Bandaid
Oh how I use this substance to cover up pain
My life will never be same
The alcohol is like a sedation
My slurred words in conversation
A bandaid is what I call it
No it won’t keep me from falling
This substance takes over my personality
And tells me to do things I shouldn’t be
It causes altercations
And puts me in dangerous situations
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